Madeline nearly bit her tongue with the force of the second tumble. She couldn’t catch herself this time, not with her injured arm. This time, she didn’t try to stand up. She rolled over and scrambled back, her eyes wide. She saw… nothing?

Panting softly, Madeline stood. She turned slowly in a complete circle there was no sign of the thing that had chased her through the trees and into the field. Was it gone? How was that possible. She suppressed a shiver and closed her eyes, trying to calm down. She needed to take stock of her situation.