Nora bit down on her sleeve, silencing the gasp rising in her throat. Her body shivered violently, not just from cold now but from fear. One wrong move, one rustle, and they would find her.
The footsteps moved past her but She didn't move. But the phone in her hands kept buzzing again and again.
"…hear me? Nora? Talk to me!"
She swallowed thickly. Her voice was dry, a rasp from her cracked throat. She pressed the phone to her lips again, praying her whisper would be enough.
"I am near the highway that leads to Bargham. I ran to the woods off the main road through a broken trail. Help me please!" the random sound coming out of the phone suddenly disappeared, making her breath hitch.
The phone screen blinked. She covered it with her hands and wanted to plead again when she noticed two words on the upper most corner.
"No Service." the signal was gone.
"No," she whispered with a pale look as she covered her wounds.
