I ran towards the mountains. Someone was chasing me but Ididn’t know whom. The cold air ran through my hair as I ran inthe opposite direction. I had a knife in my hand, just in case.I didn’t know what they wanted either so I couldn’t give it tothem. I was getting tired; I had been running for fifteen minutesstraight. I wasn’t in the best of shape. I wasn’t fat but wasn’t fiteither.It didn’t help that it was cold and I was wearing only a T-shirtand a pair of shorts. I kept running towards the mountains. Itwould be harder for them to find me there.The ground was starting to get rocky. I could feel every rock press against the sole of my leather shoes. I winced in pain butkept running. Boulders were scattered among the place, rootedto the ground in weird shapes.One of the shapes had a small hole in it, just big enough for me to fit through. I ran over to it and slid inside and waited. Theonly sound was my heartbeat.Soon I heard the sound of footsteps. I held my breath andhoped they wouldn’t see me. I couldn’t see who they were or what they looked like. Eventually they ran off towards themountains.I let out a deep breath. That was too close for comfort. Icrawled up out of the hole. I knew I should turn back and leavethe men alone but a strange curiosity took hold of me. I ran after the men.I knew enough to keep a safe distance but I had some closecalls. The men kept looking back and nearly seeing me. I had toduck behind rocks and dive to the ground to avoid being seen.The mountain started to get steep and the men stated to climbthe mountain. Desperate to see who they were I climbed the cliff as well.It was hard. There were little foot holes to be found whichmade climbing difficult. I was getting tired but kept going.Suddenly the rocks beneath my feet gave way and fell. Idropped with a yell. Quickly I grabbed on to a small sharp rock.