CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Hannah
Hannah had fallen into a half-limp, half-jog. She had no idea how far she’d gone – probably not very because it was hard going. The cut above her knee hurt a lot and she tried not to think about the blood running down her face. She went woozy again and was having trouble breathing – because she was so panicky, she was panting.
She leaned against a tree and blocked the rottie’s noise, listening for a car or sounds of people, providing they weren’t Ealdy and Dicko.
Trees and plants swished in the wind. Snaps and rustles made her think animals were close and something was following her. A fox or kanga? She strained but couldn’t hear any helpful sounds.
She’d thought the dog would get bored and give up after a while. But it kept howling – no screaming, like someon
