Joana's breath came out in heavy bursts, feet slapping heavily on the floor as she ran as fast as she could through the ancient, decrypt building.
Taking random turns through the halls and long emptied rooms, the stone walls of many collapsed many hundreds of years prior.
She ran up another set of stairs with desperation, pausing only a moment to light and drop a small pouch of foul smelling herbs, her last one, before continuing her panicked retreat.
Her legs burned in protests of her continuous running, but she ignored it. Her legs could complain later, if she survived. Not that she was fooling herself all that much. She refused to acknowledge the thought that whispered in her head.
Another set of stairs this one only slightly broken, about 4 steps missing. At least, slightly in comparison to some of the stairs she had to bypass. She took a deep breath and made a running start jumping over missing stairs between her landing and the next non-missing stair.
It was close. Her landing wasn't smooth. As her feet teetered on the edge of the stair, she felt herself beginning to fall backwards.
It took a lot of her physical power just to throw herself forward, catching herself on her arms. Arms, however, that smashed against the stairs, the crumbled, jagged rocks digging into her skin, leaving an open wounds on each of her forearms.
She cursed herself, blood was just another thing that could draw its attention further. She didn't hesitate, hesitation meant death. She hauled herself up and started running up the stairs to the next level.
Left, right, left, left. She didn't think about where she was going simply that she needed to get somewhere that wasn't where she was.
As fast as she could as she ran, she tore and wrapped the fabric of her shirt around the two wounds desperate to keep the blood from dripping after her. Luckily she had had worse wounds before, and the adrenaline running through her removed the pain of the stones buried in her arms. She would remove them later. If she survived at all, the voice whispered again. She chose to ignore it.
The pounding of feet behind her slowly grew louder, the echos is snarls coming from somewhere behind her, getting less and less distant.
Behind her, was the quadrepedal creature that had been stalking her, easily as tall as her and about two meters in length. Black bedra
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