Her heart pounds hard against her chest. She fumbles forcing herself up from the grounds. Twigs and leaves bundle in her hair. She forces herself to continue to run. She must move on. She must find her. Her arms and legs bleeding from the numberous times she has fallen. Her body beaten and brused from him. She shakes her head at the thought and gets on her feet once more running running.. She knows she is here somewhere. She heard of a woman fitting her discription in this area. How, where, w...