I huffed and puffed as I continued to run along. After what seemed liked forever, I made it through the thicket and into the dense brush. "I- I gotta... I gotta hide." I said to myself. I didn't know where Sam or The Siblings were. I didn't know if any soldiers were on my tail. And I didn't know if I would make it through this. I hobbled to the thickest part of the forest I could see and crawled through the bushes. I laid flat on my back and covered my mouth with the crook of my arm. Around me, leaves concealed me from the approaching Jaxlors. I couldn't see out and they definitely couldn't see in.
"She ran through here!" A man yelled. "She couldn't have gotten far! She's wounded!"
"Then find the skinny little brat!" A womans voice roared at her comrades. 
I held my breath, waiting for them to go pass so I could let out the wheezes I was desperately trying to hold in. I had been shot, my asthma was acting up, and it was only a matter of time before one of them killed me. That or the Jaxlors.