The aroma of fresh pine began to wake her from a deep sleep, but she hung on to the tendrils of a hazy dream. If she opened her eyes it would slip away forever. The warm caress of memory pulled her back and she found herself in a dark forest. She was not alone.
The hunter was close by. Somehow the game had gotten out of control. She had wanted him to catch her like before and yet growing fear of a different outcome stood in her way. I don’t trust him.
He peered through the doorway. The hospital worker scrubbed floors with a mop while she remained in a coma. This time he’d gone too far.
That was the first ending I wrote, but wasn’t sure that readers would like the dark ending. Was I wrong or what? Thanks for voting. The results will help me with the completion of my rewrite!
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