Jo’s dreams, that were packed with various species of unicorns, were beginning to be forgotten as she sprinted with all of her might. Vegetation and different types of large greenery harmed her skin as she manoeuvred through the colossal quantities of foliage. As Jo escorted herself, a deep heavy stash of carbon dioxide lingered behind her head. Random footsteps squelched behind her that extinguished her confidence that she would even make it out alive.

Finally, just after arriving at the road just at the end of the trail, a deep silence filled the atmosphere. She stood as still as a statue and meticulously visualized her surroundings. She could not hear anything apart from her rapid heartbeat bashing upon her rib cage. The area was calm. Trees stopped raging and the vicinity was like an unpopulated and ghostly town.