She suddenly stopped. She realized her breathing is getting heavier. She hadn’t walked that far yet, why is she breathing so hard? She wandered while she started to walked. This time, as slow as it is possible for her body to rest a bit. She started to feel her heart pounding. It’s getting faster by the minute. It’s getting louder and louder. She stopped, and looked around. No one’s there. She continued on. Still, her heart is pounding, faster than before, louder than before. She stopped again, looked around again, still, not a soul in sight.
Her body started to shiver as the wind blew, though not hard. She started to feel cold. Really cold. She stopped again, closed her eyes, and hear her heart – still pounding hard. Getting louder… and louder… and louder. She tried to calm herself down. Tried to think of something else. But no hope for her. Her attention is solely fixed with her pounding heart and that she knew not why she’s so restless.