K stood and stared at the mess before her--because that's what all her stuff had been reduced to!
Strips and pieces of blue ripstop nylon fabric--her tent--lay strewn untidily in the mud. All her massacred comic books and magazines lay about, half-buried and disgusting, along with her bigger camping bag--which was also reduced to a little more than garbage--in the mud. Her thin, camping-friendly blankets were also ripped to shreds and lay scattered among her destroyed stores of energy drinks, water bottles, her favorite chocolate energy bars, her other stores of heavier foods, and other very important things she needed to survive in a forest.
K looked over the junk once more, on the verge of tears. Her tent was RUINED! How did this happen? Who could have done this!? Her stomach boiled with anger as she stormed through the remains of her camp and salvaged what she could. It was a disgusting job, but by the end of it, she managed to recover a few energy bars, and a bottle or two of clean water. She also managed to find her old mobile phone (the kind with the buttons on it) which she had brought to play the crappy snake! game on, and her water-filter bottle--both of which she had found miraculously undamaged.
When she was finally done stuffing everything she could into her bag, she stood up and dusted herself. Looking through the mess once more, K felt incredibly angry. She grit her teeth at an idea she'd just thought about; was this all some sort of prank? If it was, it was a horrible one, and K could think only of one person (or people) who would pull off something as stupid as this: the sleepover gang, alias, her friends.
She waited, half expecting her friends to pop out from behind the trees, shrieking with laughter, and her best friend slapping her on the back telling her that she was dared to stay in the forest so that she could be pranked. K waited, but the laughter and her friends did not come. A few moments later, she gave up, and sighed frustratedly, just as the light drizzle which had started a few hours ago turned into a full blown STORM. K swore and hurried to get under a tree. But as soon as she moved, her foot got stuck under some junk, and she tripped and fell face first into the soggy ground.
Slowly, K shakily pulled herself up and swiped the filth off of her face as quickly as she could. She then caught sight of what she'd tripped over. It was one of her comic books. It was soggy and wet, and disgusting, and... K blinked. Was that a bite mark? She picked it up carefully and looked at it. Yes. There was a huge, perfectly shaped bite mark, which had taken a full corner of the book.
It looked like a shark bite, K thought. She scoffed. What kind of crappy prank was this? She decided she would look at it in the morning, and was in the process of stuffing it into her bag, when she heard rustling behind her.
Her head whipped around, towards the sound; and her blood froze, as she beheld a huge form half-hidden in the trees. She only saw its silhouette (which appeared to be floating above the ground, she realized), which was illuminated by the dim light of the full moon.
She stared at it, hard, trying to figure out what she was looking at. The thing moved slightly, causing K to take a step back. Then just when she thought it looked familiar, the thing moved, and came into the light of the clearing...
K's heart froze.
Silently staring at her through beady black eyes, and baring rows and rows of sharp triangular teeth, was a shark.
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Kinda short chapter, but I needs to end it there for the suspense🌞👉🏿👉🏿 the last pic is very badly edited (I'm not very good at it), I know. It's not even baring it's 'rows and rows of sharp triangular teeth'! But it's the most accurate to what it looks like in my head✨ and the bite mark on K's comic book isn't 'perfect' like it's mentioned,but yo, I'm not the best at art👉🏿👉🏿
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SHARK FOREST-a survival thriller
Terror(DISCONTINUED) To K, a forest was a forest. She did not like having no internet, no friends, and no city comforts. Overall, she hated the outdoors (except maybe the air). To K, the only thing dangerous there, were the bugs (and maybe the trees). So...