HAYLEY
Don't stop, Hayley. Don't stop.
My legs push forward with a strength that's beyond me as I tear down the woods. Wind rushes past my ears when I run past withered trees, fallen leaves flying in all directions as my feet pounds across the forest grounds.
The moon hangs ominously low in all its fullness, illuminating every stretch of the path I'm on. The bright ball seems to follow my every stride, like it's watching me, and the thought only makes me run faster in a bid to evade it, if that's even possible.
My chest tightens with the sparse intake of oxygen I manage in between strides, but I can't stop to catch my breath. I can't stop for anything.
They're after me.
A surge of growls and snarls erupts behind me, closing in on my position. The sound sends a shudder through me,
