She ran strait through the town and found herself in the woods, alone, and in the dark. Trees took the shape of monsters and every sound was footsteps coming for her. She did not dare stop moving for fear they’d catch her, so she walked on. When she was too tired to go on she hid in a hollow tree to stay for the night. As she drifted off to sleep a pain in her foot awoke her. An involuntary ouch escaped her mouth.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know look over there.” They were the nightwalkers, and she would recognize that voice any where, it was Tyson, and he was standing on her foot. She could feel his… its sweat and slime soaking through her shoe. The pressure was soon released and she heard a creaking above her head. All this shaking and creaking shook some dirt off the trunk and she sneezed!!! Silencing her staggered breathing as best she could she waited… then through a hole just above her head was a blood shot eye. He spotted her!! Down through the hole shot a grey clammy hand reaching for her.