Run

You exit the house at a sprint, hoping not to get spotted, and run for the woods. Among the trees, the sounds of fighting quickly die away behind you, leaving an eerie silence. The birds are quiet, refusing to sing when there are predators around, even if those predators happen to be after human prey at the moment.

You glance back every few steps, keeping an eye on both the ground behind you, and the treetops, for any sign of pursuit.

Nothing.

You wonder if you've actually escaped. It has been two or three minutes now. You're a good distance from the village, and there's no indication that you were spotted.