A young woman burst through the bushes coated in terror. Fear was apparent in her bright blue eyes. Her short purple-black hair was snagged and wild. A great volume of her clothes had been torn by thorns and twigs. Many cuts were plastered about her arms, torso, legs, and some on her face. All the wounds stung and many were bleeding. She glanced behind her, whatever had seen her was catching up; and it seemed determined to catch her.
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