The Wandering Woods

Unfriendly

It started with a normal day,

At the gym with my Summer Camp,

And me being the oldest

Had to take care of the youngest.

Two of my favorite kids where in that group.

I called to them, and they stayed close to my side.

It started with a normal day

At the gym, with my friends.

Fours years old

And happy.

Then a man burst through the door.

He had grey skin,

And red around mouth.

He stumbled and tripped and was

SlowSlowSlow.

I was frozen in shock,

The two children clung to my legs.

The man was foaming from the mouth,

Growling

Choking on his own saliva

And everything was silent.

He neared a man and did what I thought was

To be impossible.

He bit right into his arm an tore off his

Forearm.

Screams erupted.

I had seen this in so many movies

And from the stillness of the children by the feet

I knew they where scared.

So I picked one up

The girl,

And held the others hand

And turned towards the door,

My eyes searching for a weapon.

WeaponWeaponWeapon.

There.

A backpack sat on the ground from

A man

With a sword.

It was for display,

I knew

But protecting

Them was first.

I grabbed it with my hand that held the boy, slipped it on

And grabbed him again.

I could here my teachers yells

As he was bitten.

I was the fort out of there before anyone, running out,

Trying to find a way out.

I'm twelve years old

I can't

I'm not

Supposed to see things like this

I can't

I can't

I can't

The next time I woke up,

It was in a crevice with the two children

Asleep beside me.

I was confused

And then remembered

And saw the bloodied Katana in my hand

And knew

I killed someone.

I killed people.

I killed a lot.

- Found carved into the rocks in a cave.