• I repressed a scream as I heard loud thumps and crashes not far behind me. I was terrified to even glance over my shoulder to see what it was, or who….
    I had my hands out in front of myself, pushing the tall, green stalks of corn out of my way. Fear and horror ripped through me, tears rolled down my face. I couldn’t breath and running cramps pierced my side like a hot blade, but I couldn’t stop.
    The dense stalks blocked my view of any possible escape. For all I know I am going in senseless circles. The green plants whipped across my face, leaving dark red marks. My hands and knees were covered in scrapes and scratches from when I fall. They stung, but it was masked by the pure fear running through my veins.
    My long, wavy, golden brown hair was plastered to my light skin. My sapphire blue eyes wheeled around, looking for anything that might help. But to no prevail.
    I gasped for breath, air feeling jagged down my dry throat. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up. The new moon made it especially hard to see out tonight.
    Behind me a small, loud explosion sounded. A gun shot. It scared me even more, which I wasn’t even sure possible a few second ago. I jumped violently and tripped over my own feet, landing harshly on the dirt ground.
    I screamed and scrambled to my feet as quickly as possible. I took off and made a sharp right, then a left, then another right, trying to lose my pursuer. But I could still hear it, or him, behind me. My ears were ringing and my head was pounding fiercely.
    I tried to swallow, to wet my throat, but it cut off my air for too long, so I abandoned the attempt. Considering the gun shot I knew what was chasing after me. A human, that someone is more likely than not someone older than my seventeen years.
    I let out a small broken sob and kept pushing myself harder. The pain in my side started increasing, from just a stab with a hot blade, to someone tearing that hot blade from my ribs to my hip.
    With one hand I grabbed my side and tried to comfort myself. It didn’t help much. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, trying to get blood to my running legs. My legs had gotten so used to the rhythm of my pounding feet that they literally went numb. I had to look down every once in a while to reassure myself they were still there.
    Another shot fired into the air, echoing over the vast ocean of corn. But I didn’t feel a gun wound, so I just bit my lip to keep from screaming and kept running for my life.
    I crashed through the rows of corn stalks, trying my best to not leave a trail my pursuer could follow, and I desperately tried to be quiet so he couldn’t find me that way ether.
    Suddenly I came to a small, round clearing of flattened corn stalk. My eyes widened in horror. I skid to a stop; I needed to get out of this. Here, my hunter would be able to see me, and get a clear shot at me.
    But when I turned around, it was too late. He was standing there with a gun in one hand, and an axe in the other. He was at least four or five inches taller than my five foot six.
    He wore a big, baggy black shirt, ripped up jeans and a ski mask. His dark eyes looked at me with a horrifying hunger and murderous glare. I let out a high pitched scream and turned to make a run for it
    The man only chuckled and fired a bullet at my feet. The bullet, luckily, embedded itself into the dirt, not my flesh. But it scared me all the same. I screamed again and jumped away.
    I took off again, getting to the center of the small clearing. Then, abruptly, something grabbed the back of my shirt. The man jerked me to the ground harshly. I yelped and landed on my stomach in the dirt.
    I rolled over to my back, the man stood above me, the ax raised above his head.