You’re running through a forest in the black of the night. Leaves crackle underfoot, but you don’t hear them. You don’t know where you’re going, or where you’ve been. All you know is that you need to get away from it. You begin to slow down. Exhausted, you drop to the ground. As you try to clear your head, the memories come. A howl. A pounding heart. A distant scream. Then you started running. You had to get away. Now you are wishing that you had never strayed. That you had stayed in the camp with the others. That you were safe.