Heather's heart was beating fast as her feet hit the ground. The wind whipped through her hair as she pushed herself to run faster, fueled by a surge of adrenaline. Every step brought her closer to her goal, and her mind was on getting to a safe place before it was too late.
She was determined to keep going because she knew that there was danger behind her. With each passing second, the risks got higher, and she knew that the only way she could stay alive was to find a safe place. She felt the weight of pressure, which gave her a new sense of purpose and pushed her forward.
She held the baby tightly in her embrace, cradling him as she sought solace in the safety of the shadows. Her arms wrapped the baby in comfort and kept it safe from the chaos going on around them. In the dark passageway, she stayed hidden and blended in with the darkness as she whispered softly and stroked the baby to calm it down.
