A horrified scream erupted from the deepest reaches of her subconscious as the image of the body surfaced, and the sound echoed through her tortured thoughts.

She remembered now. The deaths. They weren't just delusions planted in her mind by others. They were real.

There was something about him that made her feel alive and ready for anything, but there was another part that screamed danger. She wasn't sure she liked either half.

A sickening smirk spread across his face, and Abigale realized then just how insane he really was.

The only thing that tipped her off that it was a man was his stocky build, heavy footsteps, and muscles. Muscles she'd felt when he caught up to her and threw her to the ground. Sticks and leaves from the forest floor stuck in her hair, and her breath came out in shallow gasps as she tried to regain the ability to see.

There was one night in the past six months she had no recollection of. One night where she woke up the next morning covered in someone else's blood. One night she was most vulnerable.