Mabel was running. She was running amongst the trees and forestry and everything was happening so fast, so fast. Her lungs pounded in her chest as she forced her legs forward and darted back to the house; the only haven from the forest. Her breath escaped her in shaky, short pants. Yet, it wasn’t enough to fuel her legs to go faster. Faster, faster, faster, she
needs to go faster. The growling from behind her also served no help in quickening her pace, no matter the extreme motivation it gave to not die.
She huffed as the clearing of the Shack entered her vision and she further pushed her muscles to reached over the rock line.
Come on little Mabs, you can do this! I won’t ask you to do anything this drastic anything again if you don’t let us die!
She took a deep breath and dove into the grass. Mabel ignored the throbs that the action gave to her knees and prayed to the one watching over to keep her alive. She didn’t want to die, just yet anyway.
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