Capture

(Bella POV)

On the fourth day, I got captured. It was my own fault actually. It was warm afternoon and I was tired of running in the direction I had seen those creatures go. I was sure that wherever they were going would take me out of the forest. 

I was hungry and tired and my shoulder was paining like anything. I felt exhausted from running all morning and had sat down to chew on my last mouldy piece of bread and some berries I had chanced upon in the morning. The sun had been warm on my face and the trees here were sparser than the rest of the forest. I didn't even realize when I snoozed off and fell asleep. 

The next thing I felt was a pair of black boots kicking me on my shoulder. Luckily, it was the other one, and I woke immediately. Sleep gone.