Bench Trio of Terror

Stumbling around in the forest wasn't the best for the little 3 year old, since it was snowing and all. He had very little body heat, his best friend was bleeding out on his back, being two and having very little in the first place, and the other crying and wasting his energy running ahead and back, scouting.

"Oh. my. god. What happened to you three?" A mans voice sounded, he seemed sad, pained, and extremly angered. Flinching, the two that were awake looked up at the three men standing near the meadow they were trying to get too, how didn't they see them?

"Sapnap, pick up the one carrying the other, George grab the other one. I got the bleeding one." The green sweat shirted man demanded, the children barely understood, only know they were tired, exhausted, and needed sleep.

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I own nothing but about half the plot, and the description is just an unedited beginning for chapter one! Enjoy!