Chapter 12: Cry of the Hunters

You and Ralph were running through the forest together away from Jack and his “tribe”, the hunters, all dirty and in a state of terror. Jack, and especially Roger (and somewhat the others) tried to kill the both of you the first time but that didn’t work, so they were chasing you two down and keeping their eyes on you like hawks. Not to mention they sat the first on fire to trap the both of you.

“Split up!”

Your friend, Ralph, shouted as he ran diagonally through the burning forest, grunting as more sticks and thorns hurt his body. You didn’t want to, but it was for the better. You ran the other way and there was quick footsteps following behind you. Before you’d even knew it, your body got stuck between some burning bushes and your body was partially stuck in some dangling vines from above. You tried to free yourself but there was a sharp spear poking against your back.

”Don’t. Move.”