The Horde by Caleb

The Horde

Misty mysterious grounds surround me as my sore blistered feet

struggle to move the stench flys up my nose as I take a deep

breath and think to myself I need to rest. I continue to walk until

I come to an opening where there seems to be some sort of rotten

tree trunks or beaver corpses.

So that’s what what the smell was I say quietly to myself but at least

here’s somewhere to sit so I take a seat. I hear something ruall

behind the logs “whos there “.I say no one answers before I get a

chance to get up and investigate a horde of beavers comes out and

runs at me and starts to rip me apart “HELP” I scream...

By Caleb