Desperate. My heart beats fast and my breath is ragged. I turn around with anticipation and worry as I run forward. Please let there be an escape from this place.

The gnarly trees with their twisted roots try to trip me and prevent me from leaving. The fog shades my vision and I cry out in frustration. This whole forest is trapping me within.

Would it be cruel to wish for aid? For it was my own fault that we got trapped here. Now only I remain.