Easily caught up with, Veronica notes with dismay the sounds behind her.  The loud sounds, the terrifying sounds.  Walking away from a crash, is luck.  Veronica is finding her luck slipping through her fingers like desert sands.  She turns for the trees her speed beginning to slow.  Though she knows in the back of her mind that the creature came from the trees and the ocean she liked to play in, but she can just bet it can swim just as well as it can romp about on the ground.  She takes a moment to glance back and wishes she hadn't.  Whimpering she pushes herself and bursts into the trees.