TROLLS: what if branch's brothers never left

Brozone in: infected

Once upon a time, in a village far away, lived a group called the Trolls that celebrated almost every day......but that was until it all happened, a strange creature called: a virus, triggered a deadly plague and took away everything you ever knew.

It all started weeks ago, on a fall of trolltober.

The opening showed orange, brown and yellow leaves falling.

A critter was scattering around then the sound of thumping was heard, causing the ground to shake, the critter looks around.

As it looks around the ground vibrating and the sounds getting louder.

He turned and coming towards it where five trolls running.

These trolls were known as: Brozone, running and laughing.

"Come on guys hurry up" John says

"Slow down" Clay says

"I'm gonna beat you" branch says to spruce

"Are not" spruce laughs

Following behind is Floyd who is laughing, all boys jumped over creek, They were carrying backpacks.

It was time for Brozone's traditional cave climbing exploring bonding trip.

On the first of fall the brothers made it a ritual to go cave climbing......but what they didn't know was that something sinister was lurking in the caves, something....supernatural.

They stop in front of tall mountain, they looked up and saw a cave up near the top.

"Oh brothers you know the drill" John says as he drops his bag

He claps his hands and they gathered around holding hands, each ritual they would start with the traditional oath.

They hold hands standing in a circle heads down and eyes closed reciting the oath: "united we stand, a band of brothers, we stick together through storm and rain, through darkness and light, a bond stronger than any other, we fight for each other, Brozone together" they let go raised their left fist in the air and fist bump in the circle, "brothers forever"

"Oh guys let just begin" John says as he picks up some climbing gear.

The brothers unpacked their gear at the foot of the rocky slope. Metal clips clinked and ropes unfurled as they got ready for the climb. The cave entrance loomed above, a black shadow cut into the orange-gray stone.

"Easy, Branch," John said, reaching out a hand to steady him as Branch adjusted his harness.

"Quit babying him," Floyd teased, tightening his gloves.

"What? I'm just looking out for my baby bro," John said, giving Branch a lift up onto a low ledge.

"Last I checked, he wasn't a baby," Spruce said, looping the rope around a piton and tying a firm knot.

"He's not gonna get anywhere if you keep holding his hand," Clay muttered, rolling up an extra coil of rope.

"Come on, guys," John said with a grin. "We do this every year. It's not like—"

Before he could finish, Branch shot upward, scaling the first stretch of rock with quick, confident movements.

"Branch—slow down! Careful—whoa, wait up!" John called, scrambling to follow.

Floyd laughed and started climbing after them. "Guess patience isn't part of the ritual anymore."

Spruce shook his head, clipping his rope to the next anchor. "It's not like any of us are going anywhere," he said to Clay before starting his ascent.