3rd person's POV

The night was eerily silent and the woods,that were almost always alive with the sounds of night and it's creatures, seemed to be holding its breath. A woman, tore through the brush of trees, her feet pounding against the forest floor, disturbing the layers of leaves and twigs beneath her. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the small, fragile body of a baby, pressing the child close to her chest, its tiny face pressed against her breast, as if her very heartbeat could shield it from the danger chasing them.

Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps as she tore through the dense forest, branches whipped her...