As she stood in the forest, Fuchsia stared off toward a very specific direction. Nearly fifteen minutes ago, Dusk had dashed off into the foliage, after giving her a few hasty instructions. While she was sure that jacking up some as simple as going straight ahead would be quite impossible for her, Fuchsia still stood there questioning herself. Being alone in the forest immediately caused Fuchsia's anxiety to rise. If she were so worried, she'd just continue on toward the cabin as quickly as she could, right? That would be the most logical course, after all, but here she stood. Her fists clenched and unclenched several times and a clammy layer of sweat had settled onto them. Within her mind, Fuchsia could feel the presence urging her forward without speaking. How could it not sense what was wrong in this forest by now?

	Or perhaps it did.

Truth was, the sound of Dusk's steps through the forest, the cracking of twig beneath his feet, the muffled noise of the forest floor beneath his feet, had been far too loud. This was the loudness of a gunshot in the night comparatively, in that when he moved branches or snapped twigs, that was all Fuchsia could hear.
	Again: That was all Fuchsia could hear.
While she had not spent much time in a forest and she admitted she didn't know much about wildlife or anything, she definitely knew that there should have been other sounds-- birds, wind, the scrape of tiny squirrel feet against bark-- anything other than Dusk's steps. All this combined with well, everything else Fuchsia had been through recently and the decompensation from an adrenaline high, left her feeling deeply disturbed, anxious, and just a little bit horrified. 

Her legs began to shake. Why did he have to leave? She wanted someone near-- not specifically him-- just anyone else to be nearby, to keep her company, because she felt incapable of... name something. Anything. Right now she couldn't even breathe properly-- Fuchsia's head swam and black dots danced before her vision. She inhaled deeply then kneeled down.  From within, the voice finally spoke, [color=5D2340]"Seek not the dependence upon others-- you are meant to operate alone."[/color]

While she took more breaths to steady herself, Fuchsia shook away the fogginess in her head, then stumbled to her feet. Forward she half-stumbled sort of walked, looking like a drunken fool as she started to move. Now was not the time to stand around and, though the phrasing needed work, Fuchsia knew the voice had some sort of alright intention. Encouragement could almost describe the statement but she wasn't sure what to call it. Soon though, she found herself walking in a representable manner at a respectable pace. The only time the pace halted was when she came upon the body.
	Or do you call it a carcass? 
	What's the difference-- A bear. 
There was a dead bear laying in front of Fuchsia quite some distance from where she nearly passed out. Fact. She was only sure it was dead because she couldn't see an aura around it-- the bear had no feelings of life that she could sense either. What was most puzzling about the bear was how warm it still was yet, there was no sign of struggle or wound, it was simply laying on it's side as if it had taken a nap. A sudden feeling of urgency hit her like an icy bucketful of water and the voice within spoke once the word, [color=5D2340]"Run."[/color]

Weariness took a back burner as Fuchsia broke into a sudden sprint. Why? Why did she suddenly feel watched-- as if there were-- no... there weren't anymore of those strange men pursuing her, were there? [color=5D2340]"Run,"[/color] spoke the voice within her mind once more. As much as she wanted to shout that she was going as fast as she could, a sudden flood of whispers distracted her-- whispers? Fuchsia found herself forced to jog, as the ground picked up a steep incline, but still she ran. The whispers grew louder yet, they weren't for her, she could feel-- but what the hell did that mean?

A shoddy rooftop peeked up from above the top of the hill and as she neared it, soon the cabin came into full sight. She tore past tree branches and carved through bushes, doing nothing to conceal her approach, or stifle her noise. Knowing fully just how loud she was, part of her expected to be mistaken for a bear-- oh that's not good. Fuchsia's mad dashing pace slowed, her muscles burning, chest heaving, and rain mixed sweat causing her thin summer shirt and shorts to cling closely to her back and legs. Halting nearly twenty paces from the cabin, Fuchsia stood just before the end of the treeline, then stared at the cabin, desperately trying to catch her breath. 

[b]Fog still hung lowly during the early morning hours-- the sun had just began to peek through the clouds.[/b]

[color=F053A3]"I'm here,"[/color] she mumbled lowly, between heavy breaths, the words directed at the voice, [color=F053A3]"Now what?"[/color]

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