Haunted Wood big ones, small ones

Siobhan did not move unless she had to. Fear and pain kept her in one spot until he forced her to move. There had been no outlet of escape for a long time, not in her condition, and the moment she saw the opportunity, she didn’t give herself time to really think it through. The struggle it was to ge away is put behind her, hobbling around on three good legs while her right shoulder screams in pain with every new step. When she does not put weight on it, she is slowed down significantly, and when she does, the pain is constant and bordering unbearable.

There’s little she knows about herbs and plants and even if she did, she did not have time to stop and try anything. She moves from one covering to the next, heading back south the way she came hoping to find something—or someone—familiar to help. Her sides heave as she finds hers immersed into the thick of willow trees, keeping close to the ground and trunks for shelter from sight. The covering is thickened with the afternoon sun beating down. Still, her nose is constantly pointed over her shoulder for any signs he has been narrowing in on her trail.

When she cannot take it anymore, all four limbs burning with an unfamiliar intensity, she crashes to the ground and curls up on the ground next to a trunk where the tree’s branches block her (mostly) from view.