Behind her the noise escalated, quickly she jumped into the woods rolling down an embankment winding up in a pool of muddy water. A sign of relief fell over her as she felt invisible from the searching eyes of anyone driving down the bumpy old road. The sound of the old eighties truck began to became more and more clear. Now almost able to make out the song playing over the radio, she panned her body out across the small patch of grass lying a few arm lengths from where she had landed. The lights of the truck were now visible from where she was hiding. A large fog light was held from the bed of the truck panning the woods searching for any sign of the girl. It was now rolling pebbles down the hillside that lined the path. They were so close.
The truck had arrived, the light swept across the ditch inching its way to her. It skipped over the rock near by and lit her body up like a escaping prisoner being identified by the guards. A flash of light from the passenger side was followed up with a loud sound. A burst of leaves popped up and at that point she realized she was done. The shooter didn't miss his next shot. Another flash of light was followed by darkness.
The men jumped from the truck sliding their way down the slope to her body. Upon their arrival they the grabbed her arms and legs and dragged her up the hill. A single hole in her forehead gushing blood. They put a plastic bag over her head to keep the bed from getting stained with her blood and drove off into the night.
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