He didn't want to panic, but still, when he heard the sound of a second gun firing a short distance behind him, it made him feel like he really had to find a place to hide instead of running and risking being caught. After all, running non-stop for half an hour was enough to drain all of his energy.
The woman ran through the large vines of trees that dangled blocking the road, as her brain thought fast, stopping her steps for a moment.
He reached for one of the vines, tugged at it, gauged how strong it was, then jumped up, grabbed hold of the brown dangling object and stomped his foot on the tree trunk. The academy should have taught him how to climb trees, not just how to punch a criminal in the face.
His breath was already labored and his whole body ached. His leg muscles screamed in pain as he finally made it to the top of the tree, rested on a branch he felt was strong enough, and waited while calming the sound of his noisy breathing.
