I sprint through the woods. Bark crunches under my feet, leaves run with me, and trees whisper above me. I slow down and observe my surroundings. A howling from the left startles me and a shriek of horror is let out. A large firework goes up, signalling the death of another one. I have to get to safety, I think to myself. I scale the base of a tree and start climbing. The tree has good footholds and plenty of branches to climb on. A panting sound comes from beneath me, and I nearly let go of the tree. A howl lets outs under me, I freeze in my spot. I stop breathing and hair stands up on the back of my neck. I wait a few minutes, there is a rustle leading away from me. I take a deep breath in, and calm myself, before I start climbing again. I scramble up to the 2nd highest branch and sit down. I pull a blanket out of my backpack and make myself comfortable. I have an amazing view from up here, over to my right, a fire has just started. I shake my head in disgust, "she has a death wish." I pull out my canteen and sip my water. A loud bang surprises me and on my watch, the number 12 flashes in bright blue.
Twelve hours down, 36 hours to go...
Twelve hours down, 36 hours to go...