I was lost. At least....I think i was lost. I don't know where I am so I guess that makes me lost.
I was supposed to be with my friend Kaleb on a hiking trip. We were in Boulder, Colorado. Thirty minutes ago, we split up so I could go to the restroom and he could finish setting up camp. But when i went to the campsite, he was nowhere to be found.
I called and called out for him but the only answer I got was the dead silence of the forest floor. I kept walking for what turned into hours still looking for him but with no success. It began to get darker and colder and I was out so far that i couldn't see the campsite anymore. I was scared, alone and not to mention that there was a thousand creepy crawlers walking around beside me.
I finally set down on a big rock to rest my legs. Suddenly something rustled in the bushes behind me. I hastily turned around to see what it was. I couldn't see anything so i whispered, "Kaleb?"
The response I got was a deep growl that didn't sound anything like my friend. I hopped up from the rock, shaking and firmly braced myself. The rustling and growling got closer and closer. I kept thinking to myself, "I'm alone. I have to be." My legs started to shake and my breathing got heavier as the sounds got louder. I backed myself up till I was leaning against a tree with no way out.
I screamed Kaleb's name once again and this time there was no answer.
