Relief Of Tension

This is something that sort of exploded out due to high levels of stress, thus the ending is abrupt.

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She looked all around her. Were they still following her? Had she gotten away or were they just waiting for the right time to strike? She didn't see them, but she thought she was safe before and then they were there in a blink of an eye, chasing and surrounding her. She thought she was safe, but she wasn't. Would she ever be? The thought of them made her run faster and faster until her legs ached and breath was hard to come by. She stopped, hands on her knees, gasping for air with her eyes closed. The image of slimly green heads appearing from over the hill ran through her mind so vividly that her eyes flew open and she turned in a circle looking for any sign of them. Her ears strained for the unnatural slither like footsteps, but all she heard was birds, and the leaves lightly rustling in their branches from the persuasion of the breeze. The breeze reassured her; the smell of dirt and folliage of her world made her nose rejoice. 

She sat upon the soft blade filled patch of earth beneath a tree. She swung her backpack off her shoulders, pulled out her canteen and a NSB bar. She chugged the water as if it were an antidote and she had been poisoned. Then she forced herself to eat the bar. Lying down with her backpack as a pillow, she looked up at the cloudless sky, as consciousness slipped from her. 

The sound of footsteps on the ground woke her. The footsteps were close, to close. A vast dark shape was the only thing she could make out when she opened her eyes. It was right by her feet which made her scurry back against the tree, and face to the unknown she backed around the tree, and then took off running. They had found her. Again they had found her. She had thought she had hidden her scent. but maybe she was wrong; maybe it had broken. What would she do if it had? Was John even still alive? Most likely, but the chance of her finding him again was improbable. Maybe she could fix it. She needed a plan, a place to go. Just as she was calculating a strategy, something tackled her to the ground. As she struggled to turn on her back she realized something was off. It was the smell. There was no unnatural sulfur like stench.