Haunted Wood This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off

Her kick connected and he was thrust off of her.  Now her mind was empty save for one thing and that single concept was 'run'.  Maia scrambled to get to her feet with a low wine and took off blindly into the trees.  She wasn't a sprinter like Wraen... even with panic driving her, he'd likely have the advantage.

She began to sob as her breathing grew heavy.  No, please, no.

WC: 71