I ran, dodging through the trees. I silently prayed that I wouldn’t slip on the snow that was floating down from the sky. I knew that if I fell, he would catch me.
I finally escaped the forest, and stummbled into a wide stretch of grassy land. I ran across the grass, and the falling snow pelted my face. I ignored it. Then I noticed fog was rolling down from the hills I was running to. That was strange. Snow and fog. This couldn’t be good.
I was breathing in deep, painful gasps. My legs felt like jello, and my chest was burning. Yet I kept going. If he got me, then it would all be over. Everything would be over.
I quickly glanced behind me. He was there. Chasing me. He wouldn’t give up until he had me. I knew that soon he would catch up to me. I couldn’t let that happen. But what could I do?
Then I ran into the thick fog. It was impossible to see past my nose. I would be safe in the fog! He couldn’t find me in the fog!