...You decide to run

You quickly take off, running as far and as fast as your body to carry you, "Shit there he is." the person behind you says as he sprints after you, like a lion hunting down it's meal. You go as quickly as you can, looking behind you as the satellite array disappeared out of your view. However, you weren't watching in front of you, causing you to trip and stumble down a hill.

The sharp pain in your leg leads you to believe the damage is worse than you hope as you drag yourself behind cover, fearing the man is still chasing you. Checking yourself over, you discover the large rip in your jumpsuit. It's diagonal tear left little to the imagination of your chest, with your breasts now only covered by the thin fabric of your black bra. Even worse was that it felt like you had sprained your leg, or at least hurt it badly.

The footsteps above you caused you to huddle as much as you could against the dirt, cursing silently to yourself due to the obviously blue of your jumpsuit, which stood out in the brown and green. Maybe he wouldn't notice you, you prayed as the footsteps got closer. The footsteps stopped, causing you to hold your breath before they began to walk away.

After a few minutes of waiting, you cautiously get back up, the pain still persisting. You limp away, covering your breasts with an arm as you got back on the highway. Already you had almost died once, or something even worse would've happened. Even worse, the night was fallen, you had to get home now, or find shelter.

You continue to follow the highway, but none of the nearby landmarks are familiar. The last bits of sunlight were rapidly falling as you felt the warm air slowly get replaced with the colder night air. Do you want to keep going you wonder, or should you take shelter in one of these homes? What dangers lurk in the night you wonder. Of course, if you continue to push forward, you could get home soon.

You decide to ...