Cryptic

<p>My sister's hand from behind held onto mine like a vice prodding me forward. Every once in a while I'd look back seeing the fear in her glossy eyes the tears running down her cheeks illuminated only by the light of the moon.<br>Finally we came upon a road. The first car we saw I ran in front of it waving my arms like a mad woman to get their attention. For a moment I thought the car would hit me. <br>Thankfully it stopped.<br>Rebecca watched from the edge of the tar-covered road keeping attention to the woods around us to make sure they wouldn't catch up to us. I nodded to my sister waving her over. <br>Finally we were safe. <br>At least...we thought were....</p>