Lilieth
The sun hasn't started to set yet, and I'm already dreading the moment when it will.
Whoever is behind me still hasn't stopped following me, and the worst part is that I don't know if there's actually someone coming after me or whether this is all just a figment of my overactive imagination, exacerbated by stress and all the things I've heard during these past two weeks.
So many warnings and threats. Anyone could be behind me right now, hunting me. Chasing me through these woods and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
If I had any sense, I'd turn on my heel and just start shooting to scare the person off, but that would only paint a larger target on my back.
I'm going pretty fast at times, so there's a high chance that my pursuer might lose sight of me.
I'm co
