Rena was starting to get dizzy. Her head was killing her, she had no idea where she was, and she couldn't trust the people she was with. Why was this happening to her?
She stopped. She was lost. Wherever that boy had been, she couldn't see him anymore. And there was still a girl with a gun out there, somewhere. Her mind wasn't thinking rationally, and a thousand thoughts were buzzing like insects. Run? Hide? Scream? What would any of it do?
Tears slipped slowly from her eyes. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to be killed by complete strangers, lost in the woods. She wasn't ready.
It was right then and there that Rena figured it out. She wasn't going to lay down and die. She was going to get out of here. She was going to get away from these people.
Rena turned around, and started to move in the other direction. She still had no idea where she was going, but she would have to stumble across someone she knew sooner or later. She would find allies, get help, sit and breathe and think about what she was going to do. She was going to live.
And then she heard gunshots. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt something nick her leg. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.
Rena did everything she could not to look at her leg. She hadn't
been shot. It wasn't possible.
But someone was shooting. She didn't know if it was at her, but she wasn't going to stay and find out. Desperately, Rena tore through the trees, running as fast as she could.
(Rena Peters continued in Run from Your Troubles