mark and tiny box tim

meeting the box

~Mark's pov~

I ran intill i couldnt any more there was a corner with nothing in it i sat down breathing heavy with water running down my face i wipped it away i got up and walked slowly back to where i was going

~ 4 long hours later~

I heard my stomach growl so i went up to some water that i saw leaking and got out my bottle and filled it to the top and drank some of it and kept going intill i heard i small whimper i went to where it came from. I moved through the boxes to find a little box crying it was shocking and sad at the same time "hi buddy whats wrong ?" The little box looked up at me with tears going down its cardbourd face, i gave him a weak smile he smiled back " m-my friend h-he was kil...." he began crying again i gently picked him up and hugged him "hey" "its okay all friends go how did he die?" I asked in a worried tone putting him down, he took my hand and i followed him to where laid a broken box toor in half. I gasped and neeled down to where it laid and gently pick him up looking up and down the poor little box "i'm sorry for your friend what was his name?" "Boxsy, the brave everyone called him that, the way died was the monster you should know by now, when boxsy was running toward his trap the monster ripped him up and went away we loose boxes everyday like this thinking there going to make it but dont." I put him back down "hey" i said "how bought you go with me"