Misha slid off the road with the practiced ease of someone who lived by stumbling and racing and crawling through the wildness. The pavement faded off into grim rubble and a vast expanse of cracked red dirt. Misha's boots were worn and caked in dirt, and her bare skin stung where fragments of dust and rock shot up by her footsteps stirred, but she carried on with the mad dash. Now that she was out of their immediate reach, she was almost certain she could outrun both the man and woman . [i]What do I do after that, though?[/i] she thought with a glance back at the facility.