Winifred wiped the sweat from her forehead, exhausted. Her long legs broke from beneath her and collapsed onto the nearest stone. It had not be long before she ran away and she was scared that this might have been discovered which meant that she might get caught soon enough. These people were animals on four legs afterall, they would catch up to her in no time.
Her heart started racing and she knew that she had to keep going. Branches constantly attacked her, leaves crunched under her feet and big, brown logs seemed to appear out of nowhere as if to try and stop her. She had to stop before her lungs gave out on her. Her bleached blonde hair was matted with a crimson liquid, her arms and legs all bruised and cut and her clothes looked like rags, dirty and tattered. She looked like a leaking pipe but she knew she had to keep running.
