Hearing a voice, Jane coward. The last time she thought she had heard a voice it turned into a terrible and monstrous bear. She could feel her hands shaking, wanting to grab hold of her throbbing leg--but scared to make pain worse. She continued breathing heavily. She could not control her breath in-take, she was tired and every breath she took felt like a hollow burst of air that did nothing for her reddened, exhausted face. 

"We won't harm you... unless you are some murderous animal out to kill us."

Jane felt small tears come from her eyes, alas. It was a person. This was no animal. "I'm hurt," she said, in a trembling voice. She tried to sound strong. She took several steps in the direction of the voice, her knee bent, unable to contain the weight of her walking any further. Her muscles were tired, and she wanted to sit down but was afraid she would never get up, again.

The voice may also be a trick. Maybe she was hallucinating--not from drugs, but from a runner's high. Maybe there was no one there, "Is someone there?" She asked, as if the voice may have disappeared in those few seconds she had contemplated the pain in her leg and muscles.