But that day for some reason she did, her heart beat heavily the further in she walked.
The forest was eerily silent except for her own footsteps on the undergrowth. When she stopped to admire the twisted trunk of an old tree she heard a noise- footsteps on dried leaves. Motionless she listened as they drew nearer.
And, that is when she saw them- she knew they would be the last things she would ever see.