Voice of heart

Jazmine Harrison had walked for almost four hours when her vision started to go blurry. It was only worsening with time. Her face was flushed; she was having a slight fever. The wound on her leg was a big hindrance. She had torn off a piece of her shirt and tightly wrapped it around her leg to stop the bleeding. But when she exerted to move, the blood would seep out.

"Damn Hong Kong," she cursed the city a thousand times and struggled to move through the thick forest. It was already darkening. Jazmine had decided to enter the forest because she feared the people who tried to attack her would come after her. She was unlucky enough to get her foot entrapped in a root and fall down while getting a deep cut across her calf.