Bifurcation - Community - Risk
I found myself standing at the foot of the hill, staring into the brooding forest where the trees stretched into mocking shadows. Having eluded the killer, my surroundings felt as confusing as the darkness I'd escaped. The river, snaked through the wilderness beckoning me forward, and in my state of disarray, I decided to follow its course North, hoping it might guide me back to the cabin. As I jogged along the riverbank, my apprehensive eyes remained glued to the murky waters, and there, amidst the moonlit, I spotted something—a jersey floating on the inky surface. The colors unmistakably belonged to the football team.
My heart thudded violently. Could it be Tyler's? Or perhaps Hunter's? Both could have ventured into the woods to search for me. Gathering my courage, I reached for a nearby branch, intending to coax the jersey toward me, only to find myself on this slippery rock with no solid ground to rely on.
RESOLUTION
Desperation drove me to improvise. I tore a strip from the bottom of my tank top and lashed together a makeshift pole from several sticks, extending its length and width. Bracing one foot on the slippery rock and my other firmly anchored in the river's flow, I reached out with the pole, feeling the push and pull of current tugging at my ankle.
As the jersey emerged from the water, dread coiled in my gut. Holding the sodden garment in trembling hands, I uncovered what I feared most—a gash on the shoulder, a gruesome revelation that Tyler or one of my friends was hurt. I had to find them. But with the current dragging the jersey downstream, it probably meant they were up there somewhere. I made the gut-wrenching decision to follow my original plan and leave the jersey behind.
As I walked along the riverbank catching my breath, a disorienting memory slithered into my mind. The perpetual darkness above, the oppressive thickness of the forest—everything felt surreal and distorted. I saw myself running from the cabin, my steps measured and composed, my breathing steady, only to suddenly find myself sprawled on the ground, as if I'd lost my footing (which is unlikely. I'm a fucking good runner.) My head throbbed, and as I regained consciousness, I was enveloped in an even deeper darkness.
How long had I been out? The memory faded, and I instinctively reached for the sore spot at the back of my skull, hissing at the pain to confirm its truth.
I'd been injured, rendered unconscious, and the world around me had shifted in my absence.
The question loomed: was I truly awake?
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RUN
HorrorSucked into the heart of darkness, Meg finds herself doing what she's always done best: running. But this time, she runs for her life. She soon realizes that the dense woods conceal an evil hungering to feast. In her desperate flight, Meg grapples w...
