After she had finished putting the last tiny inside of her flat. She started walking and looking for her next victim. Hmm, who would be next. Unfortunately her next victim just happen to be the slower tiny. He was now at the back of the pack. An easy target for her. His little legs ran as fast as they could carry him. But sadly this wasn't enough to save him. For her, all she had to do was move ever so slowly and she could catch him still. A step for her in a second was no match for his sprinting at his tiny size. The booms of her feet go louder and louder. The only thing keeping this tiny going was hope. But this would not be enough to save him.