Rewritten and cleaned up version of a story I had written a year ago for a writing contest. Prompt: "I ran as fast as I could, and behind me, I could hear the creatures, whimpering, snarling and panting. As I scrambled up the slope..." (Scholastic Writing Competition 2014) Torn with guilt at her actions, Alyssa runs away from her family, not able to face what she had done. Warning: Mild Angst. Sorry about that.