This short thin girl wandered confused into the borderlands. She didn’t know if she had been taking the wrong turn somewhrere, but she knew she had to get away from the old world, the world that was still hunting her down.
Her old wornout gown wasn’t a keep or much of a comfort, but it was the only thing she had except her exhausted body. “I’ll… make it…” She whispered to herself, a little kick to keep herself on her feet. “If not… they will… be back…” She mumbled even lower, barely noticable for anyone but herself.
As she kept her wander, not knowing what dangers laid ahead of her, she wrapped her stick thin arms around her fragile body, hoping to create and keep some warmth that was slowly leaving her body. She could somehow feel the ground shaking, something was approaching her. Not quickly, and neither too slow not to be a hunter. All she knew was that she was being watched by someone, or something.