(D) Before she even knows hit, her feet are flying back towards the woods like a startled doe. Tears stream down her face, her breath comes out in ragged sobs as she dodges through the trees. She's weak, a coward, afraid and alone.
She is prey.
Night lays her dark shroud over the forest, but her feet know well the way to her secret place, a child's fort her father had helped her build in a rocky culvert nestled in the hills of the wood not far from a stream. Her father had planted berry bushes all about years ago. She crawls inside, a prickly bed of pine needles and old toys greeted her as she laid down, breathless and tired, and curled into the tightest ball she could.
Night had fallen.
Does she A) Stay wake, to frightened to sleep, B) rest easy, feeling safe in the place her father made for her? C) rest fitfully, dreams punctuated by nightmares as her mind invents what she was too scared to find out for herself? D) Let her exhaustion claim her and fall deeply asleep
