Hush, can you hear it?

Trickling water pierces the silence.

Run to the dock and don’t look back.

The cold concrete underneath my feet cools me down.

The adrenaline is running hot, like a pot of coffee about to spill over.

Moonbeams cut through the fog and light the path in front of us.

In front of us stands a large shadow, solid and wide, like a mighty fir.

Freeze.

A quiet and worried, “damn” dribbles from my mouth.

The moon sits on the peak of the mountain, like a book on a shelf.

My mouth goes dry, no way out.

A feeling of hopelessness washes over me, like being stuck in a desert with an empty canteen.

Shhhhh.

Run.