My heart begins to race with every step I take across the green fields; my breath gets louder and louder.
I turn behind to see only the tall, green grass covering the area, I’m not safe. Within the moment I’m able to caught my labored breath and instantly begin to sprint away. I examine my surroundings, hoping to find a safe spot; I turn to the nearby forest and veer in that direction. The oak trees are high, I could climb them to lose my chaser; or camouflage myself with my dark brown clothing, he wouldn’t be able to see me. Then I could rest as he tries to find me. But that would only work on an amateur, he’s a professional; I have to think. My skin and dirty-blonde hair would give me away, I’d have to get deeper in the forest, but I’m too tired. Climbing a tree is also no uses, I’m more exhausted now than I was a moment ago. Suddenly I begin to hear foot-steps. He’s close.