Okay. I have been having some good feedback and advice for this. I have also posted this in the workshop forum, but I figured some people may preferentially use one forum and not the other.
Note: The character name is not a final thing, I just needed a name to help write it 
Take VI:
Jennifer’s birthday still ran over and over in her mind…the night before, the day itself. As she sat on a train, all of it replayed as quickly as the trees ran past the window on her right. The windows and continuous click-click of the wheels over the joints in the track were entrancing. As the sounds echoed through her mind the woodland outside appeared to grow larger until it became a blur. Her eyes were heavy, her head began to sway as it became limp then sleep claimed her.
She could hear trees being pushed aside and twigs being snapped as unknown entities stormed through the forest. They seemed to stop every now and then as if listening for something. A wind rustled the leaves all around her, large grasses surrounded her, all of which obediently resigned to the gust…but she could not feel the wind. Dead trees lay here and there, whilst the rest stood all about the forest, some of which towered far above the forest floor. A strong earthy smell rose all around at the will of the breeze. Flecks of light shone through gaps in the crown highlighting grasses, bushes and small perennials of many different colours. Some of them had been grazed or trampled, but no animals could be seen. It was all so alien to her, she had been brought up in suburbia, yet here she felt at home.
Sharp, stifled breaths drew her attention to the bushes a few steps away; whatever it was must have been exerting itself for some time or maybe it was just afraid. In the distance the group had stopped stamping through the forest. Within a minute they started moving again and the bush that had attracted Jen’s attention moved suddenly and a cloaked figure ran straight toward her from its depths. The black cloak concealed the features and figure of this stranger. Jen bit back a scream and was bracing herself to be attacked but the figure ran straight though her and stopped almost immediately to look back as if checking their path…maybe they had felt Jen’s presence?
The person reversed slightly, then spun round and continued their run until silence settled again over the forest, nothing could be heard, not even the dusk chorus. Jen’s inquiring mind immediately questioned the image before her but before she could formulate a guess the eerie silent veil was shattered by an icy howl from the direction of the party accompanied by several muffled shouts that she did not recognise the language of. A second howl, as chilling as the first, echoed over the forest and Jen’s attention was drawn to the runner again whose run had been cut short by a log; they whimpered in pain and Jen immediately knew the figure was female.
She clambered up again and winced as she put her weight on her right foot…she wore black leather boots. The woman’s right arm automatically reached for the source of the pain and for a moment the cloak relinquished her wrist on which an elaborate piece of jewellery hung…she had a mark on her under arm but Jen could not make it out.
The lady’s attention moved around in frightened glances as if the whole forest was enclosing on her. Shadows appeared to streak around the forest…but that could just be a cruel deception by the breeze couldn’t it?
Gingerly Jen followed the woman’s erratic glances. The woman’s eyes finally settled as if finding something of interest, but as a pose to gaze on, the woman lay closer to the ground as if hoping the fallen log that undermined her earlier would be merciful and hide her.
Jen looked to where the woman was looking once more; all she could see was dark shadow cast by the bough of the ancient trees but there was something menacing about the darkness; she peered in intently. A terrible smell fell around…she could not place it, it was worse than rotten eggs, than sweat…a pang of realisation shook her; she had smelt it before.
Once in the past Jen owned a dog and she had loved it with all her heart. It was a golden Labrador named Butch…but it had gone missing when she was ten. Hours, days, she had traipsed through fields and hedgerows trying to find her best friend. She remembered the days well, not just because of the situation but because of the temperature…it was summer at the time and it had been a sweltering one at that. She remembered the temperature, the smell, her biology lessons on decomposition, and the exact spot where she found her four legged brother.
The smell and the anger still lingered in her mind, when her feet were disturbed by something beneath her. She looked down and a fungus grew around the side of her feet. More fungi sprouted up from the peaty ground rapidly, but smoothly. The growth continued in a waving line toward the tree roots the cloaked woman was staring at. The fungi reached the roots and stopped, another breeze rustled and spores erupted from the fungi in a cloud. The way it ascended was almost majestic.
Guttural growls, snarls and stifled barks erupted behind the smoke screen. A creature pounced out at the woman, Jen doubled back and the woman released a muffled scream as the animal landed heavily metres from her. It had the face of a wolf, but it was much shaggier; its coat was jet black unbroken darkness. The fur seemed to cling desperately to the creatures skeletal body…how was it alive?
The smell grew stronger as the creature pawed its way to its quarry, until Jen almost wretched at the pungent smell of putrefying flesh, death, that hung from it…her question answered itself; it wasn’t alive…it was reanimated, in between life and death.
What a cruel fate.
Its glinting eyes seemed empty as it stalked towards the woman who desperately tried to pull herself along the ground away from the creature. She dragged her ankle along the ground inducing agony which flooded her voice.
It didn’t matter if she screamed now.
The animal stalked toward the woman and opened its jaws subtly, out of which a dark vapour, not dissimilar in appearance to the spores. The cloud encroached on her hidden face and hung there as if waiting. The stream from the wolf’s maw severed and the wounded lady’s head moved as if a hand had pulled it back.
The cloak fell from her head to reveal a face stained with tears of determination and mud splatters from the forest floor. Her eyes appeared sunken; droplets had hung to them, drowning them. The failing light betrayed her face for an instant, a millisecond, but in that time Jen saw enough. She knew this woman, but from where?
The question hung in her mind heavily…it saddened her seeing this person’s face; it riled raw emotion in her, but why?
The lines on the woman’s face grew tighter with fear. The vapour entered her nostrils at which point she attempted to extend her arm with her diminishing strength toward Jen ‘hel…hel…me…help…’ then her body fell limp.
The wolf walked over to her limp form, a cruel pride hung around it, and looked to the canopy where it opened its mouth again in another chilling howl. Leaves rustled as if disturbed by a breeze and the wolf dissipated into a dark cloud, which hung over the unconscious woman, then ascended to the sky where it began to glow until the darkness obliterated itself in a bright explosion. The light lit the forest floor up briefly and the fungi appeared to retreat into the ground again. Within seconds Jen heard shouts come from where she heard the first howl.
Mounted beings trundled through the woods on animals Jen had never seen before, followed by a cloaked figure, but this one did not hide his face; it was decorated in runes and markings. He appeared to be walking briskly past Jen but at the last second he turned around and glided rapidly to where she stood and looked directly into her eyes.
His gaze was like ice, it burned her eyes. All around she could hear the click-click of train tracks once more and the drawn out hiss of the brakes of a train. They sounded like drums in her mind now; her head pounded and she woke.
The woman’s words echoed through her mind as if approaching her, then passing her just as quickly as if a celestial siren …she turned around to look, but before she could see whatever phantom it was that talked to her all she found was a judgemental look from her neighbour.
This was her stop.
She rose unsteadily from her seat breathing heavily, her black clothes stuck to her, her mascara and eye shadow had ran mimicking the tear stained face she just saw. Jen brushed past her neighbour toward the double doors where she alighted, her long black dress being the last thing to whip around the corner. Eyes followed her off of the train and traced her on the platform where she stood erect, fearing the trees, and the tracks, that had betrayed her sleepwith a vision of darkness and myth for it could surely be nothing else..
In the real world dogs made of darkness did not hunt defenceless women down then disappear into nothing. In a real world people did not walk around in cloaks with rune decorated faces…no it couldn’t be real.
“Of course it couldn’t be” she reaffirmed to herself attracting several curious looks, but she didn’t care about them, they had no idea…neither did she.
She’d only been eighteen for a few days and already she was being haunted by dark visions…would they ever stop?
, ie, I am not writing it systematically such as Prologue first, then chapter 1, 2, 3 etc. 
