I ran through the dark forest, terrified. Soldiers chased me, their guns firing loudly. A helicopter shone a bright light, making it hard to see. I pumped my arms and legs as fast as I could, but my lungs burned.
Oh, the betrayal! My heart raced with anguish as I fled through the dark forest, the soldiers' gunfire and shouts closing in. My own sister, Diana, had turned against me! How could she do this to me, her own flesh and blood?!
Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled and fell, the helicopter's spotlight blinding me like a cruel spotlight on my despair. I scrambled up, my legs trembling with fear and sorrow. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves made me jump, my heart wrenching with pain.
The forest seemed to mock me, its silence a cold reminder of my sister's treachery. I staggered forward, my arms outstretched, pleading for a help that never came.
I stumbled, fell, and rolled down a hill. Everything became a blur. I couldn't breathe or think. I lay there, dazed and scared. The soldiers' shouts faded away, but the helicopter's hum remained.
After long hours of waiting, I got up, slowly, my legs shaking. I felt my way through the darkness, my hands outstretched. Every sound made me jump. Then, I saw a glimmer of light ahead. I stumbled towards it, my legs aching.
As I reached out for help, everything went black.