What do bạn think of this story? It's kinda the first chapter

As Cierra Fray ran through the cold forest, the scent of blood filled the air.
The stomping of boots behind her became louder and louder as time went on.
"Over here, men!" A loud voice said. "I can smell her blood! Come out, come out wherever bạn are!" The voice was the head of Asru, the organization whose prison she escaped from.
The thick brush scraped her bare arms and legs, giving her deep cuts. Poison Ivy nicked her dark skin. Hopefully, Cierra looked up at the night sky for some sign of a way out. All that was there was the moon, mocking her. It was free, and she wasn't. Well, not with Asru on her tail.
"Oh lord," She whispered to herself. "Please like- kill all of them. bạn know I'm innocent. I didn't kill that poor woman. Dear God, protect me. Amen."
As she kept running, an Mũi tên xanh came rushing right past her head. It sliced her cheek right open. In pain, Sierra fell to the ground, screaming. The blood ran down her face, dripping onto the cold ground beneath her. The scarlet river kept flowing and flowing.
"Ah!" She yelled. She pulled her backpack of her back, and searched for the ointment and bandage. Quickly, Cierra patched it up and applied her backpack on her back once more.
Again, she ran. Her legs pumping like pistons. "Steady Ce', steady. Not too fast, you're going to be running for a while."
Her loose ponytail came out and her hair was flowing in the wind behind her. It was whipping around her face and leaving burns on her forehead. The bandage on her cheek came off. "Aw crap!" Cierra screamed. She ran some thêm and knelt to the ground behind a bush, near a waterfall. 'Woah, where'd a waterfall come from? It's like someone sent it just for me. Odd.' She thought, cleansing her ample wound. She reached into her worn out backpack she took from Asru, and took out the alcohol drops. Carefully, she pinched the bottle and dropped it into her cheek. With every drop, she bit her lip harder until she Mất tích even thêm blood. Cierra took