Elisa had moved. Her foot almost slipped in the grass as she turned to run. Maggie was already ahead of her, bolting as if her life depended on it — and clearly, it did.
She was out of breath, but she dug deep into her last reserves of strength to keep going. Strangely, the ground felt slipperier than before, like the slightest misstep would send her flying.
And if she fell, she'd be at the mercy of those flesh-hungry creatures again. Or worse: she'd become one of them, a puppet with no will of her own.
Elisa was scared. Scared she wouldn't be fast enough. She ran, ignoring the cramp biting at her heel the moment it struck.
It was like a silent rage flooded her, a thirst for life she'd never known. Not even when she'd been thrown to the Hystrix. Not even when the people she thought were her family — the ones she'd grown up with — betrayed her.
