I sprint to the edge of the woods, wiping the blood from the man off of my hands.
The jeep wasn't there, but fresh tire tracks sat waiting for someone to see them.
What the hell will they do with Troy? I need to find him.
The cold wind continues to blow my hair back as I run, following the tracks.
I think about the possible reasons why they would want Troy.
They could use him as a hostage, so they could get supplies. They could torture him. They could kill him. They could eat him.
The idea of cannibalism scared me. I thought about the chances of them eating Troy, and with that I started running faster.
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Sorry for such a short passage
-$tellar
P.S. I think im going to publish an entry with Troys point of view.
