Walking through the forest like every other night, expecting nothing different than the rest, it was always, walk the same route to the lake and walk back on repeat over and over..

This time you decided to walk a different way, to switch up the route. You heard a groan of pain? Agony? You walked closer to the noise and saw a teenage boy, maybe 17-18 years old

He was leaning by a tree, his hand over his wound, “F-fuck.” He cursed as he saw you.