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I trek through the snow, panting heavily. I gasp on to the wound to my abdomen, wincing in pain every step of the way. You can’t be mad at animals for being vicious. I should’ve listened when mother told me I shouldn’t explore these woods.

“You’ll get yourself killed.”

I continue humming the relaxing music to myself, moving forward into the big mass o...