You are limping through the woods silently after you’ve just been mauled half to death by your best friend. You hear a few bushes move, and you turn around. Nothing is there. You continue walking. Suddenly, you hear another noise. You turn around once more, getting frustrated. There is nothing there. You continue walking, but you see mono right in front of you.

What’s up with you?

you scream, startled by her. You fall onto the ground as she stares at you, examining your wounds.