The intensified wind brushed against her hair. Her curved slender body shivered. The woman started running in desperate relief. She came across an old twisted, torn turgid oak tree; she gasped for air which tickled her spine. She was on an isolated island unknown to the outer people, it was a secrete area; soon the place became a petrifying place as a few hours past. The woman rose up the bright sharp stars came out into the infinity blackness of the night sky she was now under the darkness of the nightfall. Just her alone!. What was going to happen now?.
Terrified.
She sprinted lightly until she could no longer keep the momentum going, she stumbled over a rigid hard rock which was just off the shore from the sea in the far distance there was nothing but the deep blue sea. The woman had turned around now and began to walk in a random direction, the sea was violently smashing against the rocks, and further ahead of her she saw a shiny, sharp, silent but deadly knife. She reached out for the knife and slowly placed the knife in her pocket. The woman soon realised that she had to get of this island and elope, she carried on walking she eventually became dehydrated and was panting as she walked for several miles and was now exhausted she finally reached a small abandoned village with homes built of soft straw with a bright yellow colour to them, the place was slightly back dated. She peacefully entered their area a tiny light sparkled in the glowing distance. A shadow formed human like figure which seemed quite disturbing, she walked into a few unwelcome huts but to only realise that there was no living creature or being in there. A loud noise abruptly came from outside she jumped out in fright.
