#5 Hunted
Gasping
Out of breath.
I slip again and fall face down in the mud. For a moment I contemplate just staying there. I struggle to my knees, the mud stinging my eyes. I try to wipe them clean with my filthy arm.
My lungs burn.
There is a clap of thunder and I look over my shoulder. When the lightening illuminates the sky I see the three of them.
“There she is” shouts the tall ugly one with the high pitched voice and the lazy eye.
I struggle back to my feet and start to run once more.