The faint, oddly sweet scent of the unearthly crops drifted along with the mild, calming breeze, and the conversations between the livestock filled in the silence. The only source of light was provided by the moon, which created an iridescence colouring the ground. Tyler walked along an imaginary path, trying to take in all the thoughts of the things she was seeing. The air flowed through her short, dark hair, and whistled past her ear. There was a short, sudden burst of wind, followed by a muffled sound of an item dropping by her feet. She stopped and looked down, confused. Maybe something dropped out of her pocket, she thought to herself. Or could it be a sign from above? She couldn't see very much because of the thick, waist high grass blocking the view of the ground. She bent down, her body no longer visible through the tall, dense spread of the grass. The only sound her ears picked up now was an eerie silence. She pushed aside some of the red grass blocking her vision, revealing something placed upon the magenta dirt. Something about the size of a coin, any coin, connected by a long chain. A necklace, maybe? She reached out her hand to pick it up when she heard a faint sound in the distance, later realising it wasn't just any sound. It was a voice. Someone was shouting words at her. Words she couldn't understand. Maybe because it was in a different language, or just because it was from a source far away, being muffled by the dense grass. She quickly stood back up, forgetting the necklace, scanning around for some sort of humanly figure in the distance. But she couldn't see anyone for miles, just extensive patches of grass, crops, and a few grazing livestock. She heard the voice again, seeming to be closer to her this time. She looked up at the dark sky, just in case. Still, nothing to be seen. The voice cut through the quiet atmosphere one again, this time a lot closer than before, but for some reason still muffled. She hesitantly looked behind her, her body wanting to stop the motion, but her curious mind took control. She saw a tall figure, about 7 feet tall, standing about a meter away from her in the corner of her eye, standing stationary. She instinctively turned back around. She wanted to look back again, but was frozen with shock. There were floods of thoughts through her head. Plans on what to do, how to escape. Questions on whether she could use reason or would have to resort to force. She wanted to sprint away, to anywhere other than the place she was currently situated. She wanted to go home, but knew that was highly unlikely. She knew she was far beyond the world she called home.

She had decided on a plan. She pulled together enough courage to move her body around, and look at the figure one more time (just in case it was just a hallucination), before sprinting away as fast as her legs could take her. She slowly turned her head to the side, so she could just make out some of the details of the figure behind her, an angry face and what seemed to be a gun. She froze again as her eyes gazed in fear upon the long rifle in the hands of the stranger just a few steps behind her. Just a simple movement, and her life could be gone. The figure was waiting for movement. No matter how fast she could run, she could never outrun a bullet. She realised that she must've been trespassing, and the angry owner was just behind her, not looking like they were going to let her reason with them. She only had two options left, turn around and try to sort something out, or sprint for her life, dodging any bullet that could possible finish her life, and she'd never been the best conversation starter. She took a deep breath and sprinted as fast as she could, weaving left and right through the grass. The density of the grass was slowing her down and tiring her out, but she just kept running left and right unpredictably, as it's a lot harder to shoot a moving target. She quickly glanced back, to see the figure not chasing her, but loading and aiming their powerful weapon. She preyed for her life as she sprinted and weaved around the tall grass. She could just make out the edge of the farm, bordered by a tallish fence to mark the boundary. Through the gaps of the wire fence, she could see buildings. Of homes possibly. She was just a few leaps away from freedom, until she heard a earsplitting crack, like a whip hitting the floor being amplified by a thousand. She felt an immense force, almost pushing her forwards, upon her left leg, followed by an unimaginable amount of pain. Her left leg immovable, she fell down into the red grass, hands and body hitting the moist magenta soil.