Word Vomit

The Wolf

I've been standing here for hours, the sun has gone down and the moon has reached above the trees. I wish I was up there with it so I could find my way out. I'm running out of food and water, my clothes are caked in mud and soaked with sweat. It's been over two weeks since my parents brought me on this stupid camping trip. Two weeks since I watched my parents walk off into the woods surrounding our campsite. I waited three days for them to return before I packed up and took off after them.

I slowly lower myself to the ground and curl into a ball, it's getting cold now. I don't understand how a place that's so hot during the day can be so cold at night.

The back of my T-shirt is cold as it clings to my back, I reach up and slap at my cheek as a fly lands on it. I'm so tired I've been walking for hours though it's like I haven't made it anywhere. I probably should have stayed at our camp, someone was bound to come by eventually.

I close my eyes and listen carefully to the sounds around me, I can't let my guard down not even to sleep. There are plenty of animals that would love to rip me to shreds.

I don't know when but I must have fallen asleep; I hear rustling in the trees to my left and I bolt up into a sitting position. There is a low growl; my entire body freezes and my breath hitches. I sit completely still as the creature steps out in front of me. It's teeth are bared, its eyes a shocking yellow. I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out.

The creature comes closer to me and snaps it's jaws, jaws that already have blood dripping from them. I slowly reach back and try to pull myself back away from it, but my back hits the trunk of a tree and I can't move back any further.