The Survivors

Bushes or Trees

You have chosen: Tie

An outside source has chosen: Right

After taking a long look at each path, I pointed to the path I decided on. 
"We should go this way."

The right path looked the least walked, so it should have the least amount of threats, right? 

A few steps in, and with some awkward maneuvering, I managed to not get anything snagged or sliced on the broken branches. Charlie was happily following behind me, making sure Paul wouldn't lag behind.

After a few minutes of the repetitive ducking and weaving, before stopping and making sure the boys caught up, we found ourselves in a large clearing. A beautiful circle of lush green grass and filled berry bushes made up the middle, a thick circle of trees making a barrier from outside forces. It was beautiful.

Aronia berries littered the bushes, most ripe and ready for picking, but a few bushes were picked clean as if someone else came along but left all too quickly.  

I watched as pure awe filled Charlie's face, and mild content came over Paul's eyes. 

"This place is beautiful! Paul, you just try telling me it isn't beautiful!" Well isn't that cute?

"It's not beautiful." Paul's dull, monotone voice caused Charlie to glare at him. "What? You told me to tell you it wasn't beautiful." 

Ignoring the two of them, I walked around to see if there were any exit paths through the wall of trees. I found two alternative exits, to the one we entered from, one was hidden behind a large fruit-filled bush, it was wide, but we would have to crawl to make it through, much too short to walk. The second exit was a thin space between two large trees, a worn-down footpath barely visible behind it.

Friendly, no, loving bickering filled my ears, as the two men continued arguing, starting to laugh between words. It was... nice, to hear them, talking like a married couple, like they were a happy family.  I couldn't hide my grin, as I approached the two of them. 

"So, lovebirds, we ready to get going? Or I can go up ahead and give you some... alone time?" And that is how to get yourself killed, class 101. Charlie couldn't seem to find within him, the words to form a coherent sentence, blubbering out words of excuse. Paul wouldn't have been suspected of anything, had his beet-red face not betrayed him. Quickly, to avoid getting maimed by either of them, I made my way to the exit I thought would be best. 

Choose: TALL, THIN BREAK BETWEEN THE TREES

Choose: SHORT AND WIDE OPENING BEHIND THE BUSHES