Veronica hid behind a tree out of breath. She had been running for a long time. That weapon was still chasing her and it had come very close to beheading her. She gave up the idea of trying to catch it. That would saw her fingers off neatly.

She ducked as the said weapon shot past her almost cutting off her tips. She abandoned her hiding space and took off running. She could feel the thing behind her following her every move.

She looked up at the sky and the moon was still blocked. ‘What gives?’ she thought. This was getting her angry. Everything was meant to go according to...