A gasp escaped my lips as the axe went into the first boys back. Blood splattered and the man had a grin plastered on his lips. The other boys screamed and tried to run away, but they didn't get very far with the glass in their legs.
The second boy got tackled by the man. At this point I was sobbing. This was the third murder I witnessed in this whole day. The boy was fighting back and yelling at his friend.
"MARK HELP ME PLEASE! I CAN'T FIGHT HIM!", he yelled.
His friend was about 30 feet away. He was sobbing. The man tied up the second boy and pulled a rag out of his pocket. He stuffed it into his mouth and muffled the boys screams.
The third boy started running again. He wiped his eyes a few times. By this time my eyes were stained with tears and my body was shaking from crying so hard.
The man tried to catch up to the boy, but the boy was too fast. The man stopped and got his axe. He lifted it over his shoulder and threw it at the boy. The boy turned around to look behind him, and right as he did, the axe hit him in the face. I slapped my hands over my mouth and screamed into them. The boy who was tied up screamed into the rag and tears were running down his face.
He left the boys and walked to a bush really close to mine. He pulled out a cart and wheeled it over to the first boy. He plopped him on with a loud thud. He took the other two boys and dropped them on the cart as well. The boy who was tied up was screaming and crying through the rag in his mouth. He wheeled them away to god knows where.
I was bawling my eyes out. I just saw people getting killed again. I was sitting on the soaked ground for a long time before I got up.
Great, my clothes are soaked.
I walked around a little more, making sure my feet didn't make any noise. I stepped on a stick. A loud pop erupted through the air. My body tensed up and my eyes scrunched close.
I was walking around for a while. I kept getting startled when animals would run in front of me. In the distance I saw a deer. It was really pretty with strong looking antlers. The deer. The deer was the only reason I was down here. I hated them. I threw a rock at the deer. I hit the stupid thing. It ran away. Just then did I notice how hungry I was.
My stomach rumbled. It hurt so I grabbed it.
God I need something to eat... And some water.
I walked around hoping to see another animal somewhere. I stepped on something that felt like an arm. My mouth opened in shock as I looked down. There was a girl right under my foot. She looked like she was decayed. I gasped and took a few steps back and dropped to my knees. Her throat was slit open and blood dried on her neck and her blouse. I dropped to my knees and cried for a little while. I finally calmed myself down. I looked at her again.
She had a jacket and a bag. I needed both. I pried them off of her. I put the jacket on and picked up the bag. It was a brown backpack with a small flap. It felt a little heavy, so I opened it up. There was a knife inside the back in one of the back pockets. I pulled it out and looked at it. I saw my horrible reflection in the long shiny blade. The handle had a beautiful pattern on it. I could use it to kill an animal to eat. I saw something run and then stand still in the forest. It was some sort of animal. Time to finally eat.
