Sarah was running through the path that led to the woods, the pain on her chest was getting painful as she passed through the rough path that had thorns of hard trees, she stepped fiercely on a dead rat and cursed under her breath. She was running without checking to know if she was being followed, she knew the way to the woods like that lines on her palm, ever since her hunting with Adam, she knew she couldn't forget the place she got hit and almost lost her life and she was keeping herself far away from the rest of the world.
For her, she would find solitude in the woods. She was becoming weak and there was nothing she could do to help herself from fighting the urge that came with the weakness. Her legs were not helping, being static for some time, and it seemed like she had been on a pace for quite some time.
