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He heard it coming after him.  What could he do?  Where could he go?  Its heavy footsteps sent a tremberling sound throughout the dark, foggy woods.  THUD.  THUD.   Each one seemed to get louder as death drew ever closer towards him.  THUD.  THUD.   THUD.  He tripped over an abandoned branch and fell onto the ground.

Blocking out the overwhelming stench of rotting flesh and ignoring the shooting pain in his left ankle, he picked himself up and stumbled on, in a blind frenzy of agitation.

Where was Josie? What had happened to Mark and Luke? Were they all ready dead or fighting for an insane hope of survival, like he was?

THUD.THUD, THUD, THUD. Still the foot steps grew louder, they also seemed to be getting quicker, as they drew towards its prey.

Ahead he saw rays of sunlight flicking through the tree tops, bringing light into this dungeon of darkness, this devil's lair. Perhaps there was hope after all....

A sound like a banshee ripped through the very fibres of existence.  Piercing his head with a thousand sharp daggers, killing all his hopes of joy, happiness, safety and survival, which had been born inside his heart.

He saw movement ahead, slightly to the left, or was it his imagination? What ever it was it might mean a chance of rescue. His pace increased as this thought ignited inside his head and he swerved around a mighty oak, with cascading vines flowing from its rotten branches and ivy slowly suffocating its thick trunk.

Reaching the place of spotted movement, he was suddenly blinded.  Blinking he looked around himself and realised that he had emerged from the surrounding dense bushes into a large clearing of somewhat beauty.  The sun beat down at him, making the bake of his neck prickle with the long forgotten feeling of warmth.  Wild grass and poppies carpeted the floor and in the centre was a girl with chestnut hair and eyes the colour of jade, smiling as she studied his besheveled face.

A roar echoed though out the wood, filling his heart with an icy dread. Yet Josie gave no sign of even hearing the blood curdling noise that filled his core with fear. No one moved, a thick silence fell over the living and dead, like a blanket smothering a new born's cry forever. The thudding had ceased, no bird sang in the brilliant blue sky, not even the rustling of grass and leaves or patter of tiny feet could be heard, as God had stopped the refreshing wind from blowing and forbidden any breed of animal to dwell in this place of evil.  Only the thump, thump, thump of his heart sending blood rush to his ears, so they flush red, and the back of his neck making it become hot and sweaty.

One, two, three seconds paced and all was still.  He walked over to Josie in a zombie like posture, completely confused and bewildered.  Why weren't they dead?

  She sat there, staring at something behind him, as if daring it to do something it would regret, her face no longer showed the joy, happiness and mockery that was glimpsed a few seconds ago. It was sturdy and set in a threatening glare.  Her features still beautiful but in a more distant way, such as if you were looking at a silver birch through a stained glass window.

He turned round to see what Josie was transfixed on and saw two gleaming eyes the colour of death starring at him from the darkness with the longing of hunger, penetrating through his brain into his thoughts and imaginations, slowly killing him from inside.

He tore his gaze away from the beast's eyes to look at Josie, for she was tugging franticly at his torn sleeve.  Her eyes were now large and round, metallic looking, her complexion had turned a sickly shade of white and her mouth was moving as if she was trying to tell him something, yet no sound penetrated though those dry, cracked lips.  Her face was terror stricken and as he helped Josie to her feet he noticed that she was shaking uncontrollably.  Looking round he realised that they were surrounded by them, they were surrounded by creatures of The Devil, and the only exit was up . . . . . .

Glancing up into the crystal blue, he spotted a raven swooping high above the forest, monitoring the group's activities and waiting for thunder to strike.

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He heard it coming after him.  What could he do?  Where could he go?  Its heavy footsteps sent a tremberling sound throughout the dark, foggy woods.  THUD.  THUD.   Each one seemed to get louder as death drew ever closer towards him.  THUD.  THUD.   THUD.  He tripped over an abandoned branch and fell onto the ground.

Blocking out the overwhelming stench of rotting flesh and ignoring the shooting pain in his left ankle, he picked himself up and stumbled on, in a blind frenzy of agitation.

Where was Josie? What had happened to Mark and Luke? Were they all ready dead or fighting for an insane hope of survival, like he was?

THUD.THUD, THUD, THUD. Still the foot steps grew louder, they also seemed to be getting quicker, as they drew towards its prey.

Ahead he saw rays of sunlight flicking through the tree tops, bringing light into this dungeon of darkness, this devil's lair. Perhaps there was hope after all....

A sound like a banshee ripped through the very fibres of existence.  Piercing his head with a thousand sharp daggers, killing all his hopes of joy, happiness, safety and survival, which had been born inside his heart.

He saw movement ahead, slightly to the left, or was it his imagination? What ever it was it might mean a chance of rescue. His pace increased as this thought ignited inside his head and he swerved around a mighty oak, with cascading vines flowing from its rotten branches and ivy slowly suffocating its thick trunk.

Reaching the place of spotted movement, he was suddenly blinded.  Blinking he looked around himself and realised that he had emerged from the surrounding dense bushes into a large clearing of somewhat beauty.  The sun beat down at him, making the bake of his neck prickle with the long forgotten feeling of warmth.  Wild grass and poppies carpeted the floor and in the centre was a girl with chestnut hair and eyes the colour of jade, smiling as she studied his besheveled face.

A roar echoed though out the wood, filling his heart with an icy dread. Yet Josie gave no sign of even hearing the blood curdling noise that filled his core with fear. No one moved, a thick silence fell over the living and dead, like a blanket smothering a new born's cry forever. The thudding had ceased, no bird sang in the brilliant blue sky, not even the rustling of grass and leaves or patter of tiny feet could be heard, as God had stopped the refreshing wind from blowing and forbidden any breed of animal to dwell in this place of evil.  Only the thump, thump, thump of his heart sending blood rush to his ears, so they flush red, and the back of his neck making it become hot and sweaty.

One, two, three seconds paced and all was still.  He walked over to Josie in a zombie like posture, completely confused and bewildered.  Why weren't they dead?

  She sat there, staring at something behind him, as if daring it to do something it would regret, her face no longer showed the joy, happiness and mockery that was glimpsed a few seconds ago. It was sturdy and set in a threatening glare.  Her features still beautiful but in a more distant way, such as if you were looking at a silver birch through a stained glass window.

He turned round to see what Josie was transfixed on and saw two gleaming eyes the colour of death starring at him from the darkness with the longing of hunger, penetrating through his brain into his thoughts and imaginations, slowly killing him from inside.

He tore his gaze away from the beast's eyes to look at Josie, for she was tugging franticly at his torn sleeve.  Her eyes were now large and round, metallic looking, her complexion had turned a sickly shade of white and her mouth was moving as if she was trying to tell him something, yet no sound penetrated though those dry, cracked lips.  Her face was terror stricken and as he helped Josie to her feet he noticed that she was shaking uncontrollably.  Looking round he realised that they were surrounded by them, they were surrounded by creatures of The Devil, and the only exit was up . . . . . .

Glancing up into the crystal blue, he spotted a raven swooping high above the forest, monitoring the group's activities and waiting for thunder to strike.