The voices. You could hear them, yelling in the distance, the trees barely covering the sounds. Panic had set in.

“Over here, stranger.” This made your heart jump, and you looked around your surroundings fervently. Who had said that? Who had caught up to you? Off through the trees, the faintest glow of blue lapped on the dull bark, and you could see some sort of figure standing there. They didn’t seem weaponized, and they didn’t seem to want to kill you as the others did. But, was it safe?