Run, I say to myself. Run, run until you can run no further until your breathing stops, run until your ribcage cracks and you collapse onto the ground, run Gemma, run. My feet start to pound over the forest floor cracking dry leaves, leaving a trail of dust in my wake. The heat. The heat is intense,surrounding me, making my blood boil. Threatening, looming it’s evil grin crackling in my ear. Help I say help, help, help. But I know no one can help me,no one will hear my cries,no one is coming….