Friday, May 3, 2019
The Horde by Caleb
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...