The beach had seemed dark to Katie, but the forest was so much worse. An inky blackness seemed to cover everything, the occasional patch of light showing through the night. A soft wind blew through the branches of the trees, playing a tuneless song with the leaves. Katie inched her way forward, clinging to the rough break of the trees as she shuffled along. Animal noises, both ordinary and foreign echoed through the dead silence in the night air.
A larger patch of light appeared up ahead, larger than the others Katie had been past. In the dim moonlight, she could just make out the shape of an old campfire.
Someone else had been here.
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Lost
Short StoryA plane crash. A deserted island. Each minute ticking by. And one girl, in a desperate race for survival
