I walked through the forest, feeling all the ridges from the rocks stuck into the mud.
Follow the trail.
I step on crunchy leaves, the sound is like fingers on a chalk board.
Follow the trail.
I hear birds chirpping in the background, through the trees. Echoing all through the forest.
Follow the trail.
I came across a hair clip on the ground off from the trail.
I must not go. I must follow the t...