It would be a long walk but if she remembered it correctly from that first day she had explored, it would lead to her possible escape. She found herself running up a long path. It wound up into a copse of trees. Vivian pounded down the path, not pausing for a second.

Had she lost her touch? When Vivian had sat in her little apartment pulling out her tarot cards, she'd been quite confident that the reading had been accurate. It had told her she would face a great adventure. "What's great about it?" She mumbled. Here she was blaming herself and cursing, but who knew if she would even make it out of this alive?

As she rounded the rocky path, Vivian glimpsed something in the trees. She sped up and found a shed in the middle of the woods. This had to be a bad sign, but it couldn't be occupied by the killer, she knew that for certain. Vivian picked up a rock and walked up the front steps of the shed.