Frantically I ran through the fields scrambling over trees and bushes. It was a misty evening and I had turned crimson with the cold. I couldn’t leave them catch me. I could still hear them behind me. I could their roars getting louder and louder. I climbed a tree but I hesitated because there was a man standing outside a house He shouted to a man inside “here’s his grave” he shouted. The man went back inside.
I got ready to run again but I heard a rustling of bushes behind me!