She ran through the streets, her heart beating faster than she could ever remember. The steps echoed against the cobblestone paths — not only her own, but that of her pursuers as well. And they were getting closer, ever closer — much too close.
When an alleyway appeared, she made a tight turn for it. It was a relief when she found it to be empty. Of course, it was still full of trash and litter, but it was free of hunters.