Day Four

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All of us were prepared for the worst when we left the cabin. And we got just that. The thing had spent a considerable amount of effort making traps. Some were just to weaken, to slow down, others were to kill. All of them well hidden. The first victim was Jace, on the outside of his tent lay a small but sturdy sapling. On the end, a small dagger was poised. As the string holding the sapling was released, by a movement of the tent, let the sapling spring up straight again. The dagger was driven in by the recoil of the sapling. Jace collapsed in agony, the dagger was stuck just above the knee. The second incident involved a well hidden snake. When Tyler went to find water barrels a snake lashed out from beneath a barrel. The snake held on, as if he were trying to keep him for food. The snake was pinned to the ground, the fangs pulled at his skin viciously before coming loose. He died an hour later from the venom. A select few were set to guarding the camp from on the roof. The archer, Laila. The gunner, Aiden. And the sniper, me.The thing never came back. No life was seen that day aside from ours. No deer or raccoons. No crickets or bugs. Just total emptiness. We collected everything we needed for the night. We could hold out a few days longer. But our nerves may not. All of us are on edge. Mikhal snuck his phone with on the trip. It only had enough battery for one call. We got a bus to come here tomorrow. One full day of survival before we escape. The final casualty of the night was Taydon. The most powerful yet simplest trap had claimed him. The pit trap. A mat of twigs and leaves covered a hole containing a slow and painful death. A pit of knives. Poison tipped knives. Hundreds of blades cutting through skin like butter. The last time we stepped outdoors for the night was for any sign of rescue, anyone coming to help. No one. Another night and day before rescue. Another night of fear, another night of hoping the thing stays out. Another night of the evil creeping into us. Another night of pain.

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