My adrenaline made my blood boil.
  Where was He?!
  I was panicking. I didn't know what to do.
  I froze where I was. It probably wasn't the smartest idea, but I was winded, out of breath.
  I scanned the area waiting for Him to just pop up out of no where. A large rock caught the corner of my eye.
  I thought to myself. A place to hide.
  Quietly making myself over there, I heard something. A growl of some sort.
  What was that? I asked myself.
  I really didn't want to know. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. I wanted to be in my room right now, sleeping or watching tv. But I couldn't at the moment, because I was in this stupid situation, being chased by someone or something.
  I've tried to call for help, but signal here is crap. So my only option was to get away, to out smart Him.
  So there I sat behind the rock, thinking over my options and outcomes that could happen if it were to go terribly wrong.
  He could be right on the other side of this very rock. I thought.
  What if He was?
   I'd be caught. If not that, dead.
  My house from here was a good mile away. I could not run that far without pausing for breaths. Pauses that could get me caught, or worse killed.
  I remained silent, waiting for a sound of some kind; the sound of weight crunching leaves or even a breath. Just something to let me know that I'm not alone, to let me know that He's nearby.
  But I was only gifted with piercing silence. Deadly silence.
  The sun was setting fast.
  What was I going to do?