Rose tumbled towards the Earth in free fall. The edges of her vision blurred and it was all she could do to not pass out. If she blacked out, she was done for. Blood drifted upwards away from her like red rain. She swung her arms to right herself and did the only thing she could do. She dove. For two hundred feet she plunged towards the thicket. She wondered if the impact might kill her, but she knew if the hunters caught her, they definitely would. The choice was simple, but terrifying, nonetheless. The blurry mess in front of her took on definition and shape at an alarming rate, and with barely a moment to brace herself, she crashed into the branches below.