“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I mumble out loud as I force myself to keep running, not even stopping as sharp branches slap my face as I run through them. Luckily for me, the freezing rain numbed the hell out of my face and hands. The sound of fallen branches and twigs snapping in half echoed behind me, which meant that my pursuer was still behind me. The mud is slippery and makes it hard to keep good friction between the soles of my feet and the forest floor. I’m surprised I haven’t fallen and gotten devoured by whatever feral animal is chasing me yet. My lungs burn and muscles ache, but the adrenaline pumping in my system allows me to keep pushing my bodily limits. It’s good to know that when in a fight or flight situation I’ll choose flight, keep it in handy for next time. So, you’re probably wondering how I’ve gotten myself into quite the pickle, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m also currently wondering the very same thing. My guess? A certain, special, talent of getting stuck in bad sit

“There you are. I was wondering where you had wandered off too.” Elliot said as he came and sat right next to me on the bed. I scooted over as I brought a hand to my chest, it felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest and start running a marathon. “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” I paused as it all replayed again in my thoughts,” just a weird dream.” A wet dream where you kissed the stranger that saved you. “Sorry for waking you. I can leave if you want to go back to sleep.” “No, I’m okay. Besides, I think this is your room and your bed. I’ll return it to you now,” I try to stand up on my own, but the pain from my ankle causes me to lose my balance. I fall and Elliot suddenly catches me and we both go back on the bed. A nervous chuckle escapes me as I mentally chastise myself for being so embarrassing. “Are you sure? It isn’t a problem.” I nod my head and he helps me up. “Back to the couch it is.” When we finally made it back downstairs, Elliot brought me a mug of hot