The twigs snapped under the pressure of bare feet, the sharp sound echoing ominously through the dense forest. Every step was accompanied by the rustling of bushes, a sinister reminder that she wasn't alone. Adrianna ran, her breath ragged and her heart hammering like a trapped bird's. She didn't dare look back. She couldn't. The fear of what might be chasing her propelled her forward, though every nerve in her body screamed that this was wrong.
Her surroundings blurred as she moved, the world around her an eerie palette of black shadows and silvery moonlight filtering through the canopy. The night felt alive, as if the forest itself was conspiring against her escape, its branches clawing at her skin and its roots trying to trip her. But Adrianna wasn't thinking clearly—her mind was fractured, still haunted by the hallucinations she'd seen earlier. She believed she was running from them, running for her life, unaware that her desperation was leading her deeper into danger.
