Running.
Running was the only thing that was kept implanted throughout her system. She couldn't stop, even if she wanted to. It was as if it was destined for her.
She had been running for a while now, her feet sore and aching, blood slowly trickled down from her scraped and frowzy legs. Panting she looks to her side, observing the scene playing out in front of her, fear shining bright throughout her eyes.
She keeps running.
In hopes of finding someplace where she can call home, somewhere safe and loving.
Somewhere, where she can be free.