"Well, that's my meal for tonight" I chuckle, the forest had changed me. I didn't rely on anyone anymore. I had more courage, I could kill without shedding a tear and I could wink at my enemies as I drew a knife through their throat.
My imagination knew no bounds anymore, the forest didn't have a clock. I only knew I had 6 hours left.
The cannon came more frequently, forcing us closer and closer. My bed had not provided shelter for long, a cold wind had blown through and surrounded me until I gave up and walked out.
When the cannon sounded again my ears perked up, hoping for a death announcement. Wondering who it was I climbed a tree and listened. "The final three competitors please come towards the death ring. In a deadly twist, only one of you will go home alive. Can't wait to see you!" The evil sickly voice spits the words out, enjoying the torture. I hum to myself as I walk, knowing what I have to do.
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Run from the forest
HorrorIt's getting dark. Two friends head into the forest. They didn't realise it was out to get them. Trees falling, sinking mud, sharp traps, rabid animals and a bitch of a hard escape.. Will they escape? Will they make it out alive?
