As long as I'm not dead I can keep going. I can keep running.

It had been a slow day so far so the red-head decided to go for a jog, just going aimlessly through the forest. The only sounds being her rhythmic breathing and crunching leaves beneath her feet. She often did this when she had something on her mind.

What the hell is going on here today?

Staring into the fire. She looks thoughtful, a small frown in place.