Amy Dallon ran for her life.  It wasn’t the kind of run one saw in marathons or anything like that.

Damn it.

Well, on the bright side, this means more Amy! For now, anyway. It might also mean no more Amy if things go bad.

It was mindless, panicked, like a herd animal in a stampede.  She took the easiest and most obvious paths available to her, stumbling as often as not, her sole and all-consuming purpose being to put distance between herself and her pursuer.

Amy isn’t the POV character here, right? That would be unprecedented in at least two ways. This description is what Taylor is seeing or (more likely, as they want to stay out of Siberian’s line of sight as long as possible) sensing through her bugs, I’m assuming.

Her left hand was cradled against her chest, the very ends of her pinky, ring and middle fingers missing.  Was that intentional?  Harming the healing hands?

Ohh, is it like hangman, in that Siberian eats you bit by bit each time they catch you?

That would explain why Amy’s still alive.

Siberian didn’t even have to run to keep up.  The chase was something she’d honed into an art.  Amy had to run around buildings, hurdle over piles of debris, and climb fences.  Siberian anticipated her movements, pushed through walls of stone, brick, wood and plaster as though they were tissue paper and ultimately took the shortest, most direct paths.

Fuckin’ cheater.

Well, at least she’s handicapping herself by not using her ridiculous speed.

If Amy happened to get a little too far away, Siberian would use a short hop to cross half a city block, often crashing through a wall or the side of a truck in the process.

It’s just a hop, skip and a jump!