Krystal's vision was blurred by Jim's blood. She couldn't see who was talking to her.
She began to feel ill. Vomit started climbing up her throat.
Krystal let go a low groan and an instinctual fit of fear she got up and began to run, as fast and as far as possible. She just wanted to get out of the fog, away from the voice, away from the blood.
Throught the blurring blood she could see the thick fog around her. She avoided the large blurry objects in front of her. Behind her she could hear hurried footsteps through the dead leaved. Something wanted her and was coming to get her...
Krystals hands soon met rock. She began to scrape and claw at the rock, desperatly trying to find a climbable area. The steps became closer.
"GOD!" She cried.
A glint of hope! Her hand met a ledge and she climbed. She could no longer see in front of her,the blood completely blocked her vision, but she continued to climb.
Krystal finally reached the peak and soon climbed to her feet and again began to run.
But the sensation of ground below her feet was cut short. She began to fall. Falling... falling... water.
She felt the cold sting of water flush over her body. The blood finally was washed from her eyes. She could now see she was stuck in a large hole of water. Again she desperately began to climb, looking behind her all the while to see if her persuer had caught up.
But when she turned her head nothing was there...
Krystal finally caught her breath and laid down on the rocks she was trying to climb.
She closed her eyes, breathing slowly.
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