Delilah groaned at the throbbing in her foot, but she had made it this far, it would be stupid to turn back over a sprained ankle. She hobbled out behind the house, making steadfastly toward the treeline when a light flooded the area. Someone had turned on the outside house light, regardless of who it was, she couldn't be seen by them. She dropped to her hands and knees and then to her elbows, doing a type of army crawl toward the woods. If she could just make it into the thicket, into the masking of the trees...
"Anybody out here?" she heard the gruff, slurred voice call out. Her stepdad. This only urged her to press on faster, she struggled to keep her silence. "Alright..." he headed back in, but left the light on. She was about halfway there when she saw her sister's room light flick on. At this point, she was practically running through the ground, the sweat and pain building inside her. She had to make it, just a little farther...

Her room light flickered on. In a moment's decision, she halted and lay flat and unmoving in such a way that she could pass for a log. She saw a shadow appear in the square of light out from her, "Dammit!" the shadow moved away quickly, "Meredith, Delilah has done gone and ran away!" he stomped through the house. She knew for sure he was headed to grab his gun, boots, and possibly truck. Once she checked the window once again, she bolted, scrambling on however many places over her body would will her forward. She knew that now it was serious, and deadly.