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There's a little trail that follows her through the woods.
Her feet dig tracks in the snow too,
And that's probably easier to follow than blood.
That's one of those things that always seems like it's more when it's yours.
Other people don't necessarily notice it.
So it's a bad idea that she's counting on that.
Everyone has their own deal.
And they'll talk about it before anything else.
They're really concerned about their co-workers,
Which is nice,
Or whatever they thought you were going to say.
Which doesn't help her.
She's kind of lost, here.
It's getting a little dark out.
She's a little scared.
That's the kind of thing animals smell.