Branches whip at her face and pull at her hair as she scrambles through the dark. Up ahead she can see a patch of moonlight shining down onto the forest floor. The soft white glow is a welcoming sight. Not even halfway full and the moon still provides her comfort.
The clearing on the forest floor is nearly a ten foot oval with large trees surrounding the area. She drops onto her knees in the dim light and looks up to the moon to collect her breath. Her bound hands reach for the ground in front of her and she takes ahold of the earth to steady herself.
Her brain replays the sounds she heard echoing through the darkness as she ran and her eyes fill to the brim with tears. Whatever happened to her companions.. She tries to swallow her cries away and feels a catch in her sore throat, still
