Shia stepped over the windowsill and silently slipped outside. The darkness swallowed her as she made her way toward the woods.

As she stopped and looked back, she saw lights turn on. Crap, they must’ve heard me. Shia ran into the woods, and didn’t stop.

After running for ten minutes, she stopped. Breathing hard, she heard something shift behind her in the woods. She turned, but then realized that it might expose her. Shia slowly and quietly put her hood over her face, making her invisible to anything, including the heat sensors.

A hovercraft soard high above the sky, searching for her. Searching for the others.

Silently, Shia took out a knife.

There’s no way she would let herself lose to the police.

The next thing Shia knew, there was blood dripping from the knife and a huge gash in her neck. She gasped loudly as she fell to the ground.