<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lizelle</span></div><br/><br/>The redhead really was getting tired of the weirdness of the trees, she had to admit. Real trees weren't supposed to grow that fast, and nor were they supposed to die and turn into weird, angry tree zombies either. That wasn't even supposed to happen in her dreams, for goodness sake. Underneath her bottom - which was still firmly planted on the ground after her fall - she felt the ground start to shift as well, becoming more rocky and rather uncomfortable to sit on. She flew to her feet and ducked the swipe of a long, drooping branch. It caught some strands of her pony-tail and tore a few hairs out of her scalp. "Ow!" she protested, indignant. Then her mouth fell open and she froze in place for a moment. She'd never felt pain in a dream before. Was that even possible, she wondered? Gingerly she touched the back of her head and winced at the burning. Her fingertips came away slightly red from where her skin had been torn off with the hair. A sinking feeling overcame her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Could this be real?</span>she wondered.<br/><br/>A call of "Run!" shocked her out of her moment of revelation she she looked up to see a teenage boy trying to free the Russian man from the clutches of a tree. However, he didn't stay to finish the job. She couldn't really blame him for running when the murderous forest seemed to be closing in on them like a vice, but she couldn't do that. If there was even a possibility that the people she saw were real, there was no way she would allow one of them to stay behind to be hurt or killed.<br/><br/>She broke into a sprint and - ducking low to avoid any more hair-pulling - went to the Russian's side. "Come on," she yelled in English, hoping he understood. One of her hands latched onto his arm and she pulled with all her might, hoping to steer him out of the danger zone as well as free him of any grasping tree limbs.