Ms. Clara, can you say the pledge of allegiance, please?
Clara was well aware that people wanted to hear her speak, but she refused. Speech was something that could be fake. People could lie and fool others. Speaking was not essential to life, and was much harder to read into. Clara liked actions much better. You could think about what to say before you said it, but you could not fake a reaction to something. Instinct was more powerful than anything, after all, so Clara trusted it entirely.
The darkness watched. She could have sworn it moved closer. Clara was not going to stick around to find out. She bolted. She tuned out anything that might have distracted her; she had one mission: get away. Her thin arms flailed as she attempted to lose the ambiguous blackness behind her. Her breathing--was she even breathing anymore? She could not tell. Clara’s legs pumped and contracted and led her out of there.
She realized it was dark out. Clara had no clue where she was. She only knew she had just run into a tree. And if she had no idea of her location-- then where was the shadow? A deafening snap brought her back to reality. She looked up. Her eyes widened. A ginormous tree branch came crashing down onto her, killing her instantly.