I can hear the sound of metal clanking as it I sit there. The voice that I just heard is no longer there. I look to the left of me and see a box against the wall. I crawl over to the box and hide behind it. The scraping of the metal stops as a man enters into view. He is holding a knife and is covered in blood. He's wearing a white lab coat and a mask of what looks to be a pig. He stands there for a second before continuing to walk down the hall scraping his knife against the wall. I stay hidden behind the box staying as low as I can. I wait until I can't hear the scraping and clanking of the knife on the wall before I use the box to stand up.“I wish the feeling in my legs would come back already”. I sit on the box massaging my legs. I try to stand up and walk but I can only stand for a few seconds before wobbling and falling over. I sit upright and lean my back against the box being sure to stay behind it and hidden.“I should rest, but I don't want to get found”. I sit there wonder

His voice impales my ears like a hammer hitting a nail. I sit at the tree not saying a word, my heart races as I wonder where he came from. I attempt to peek around the tree but am unable to see anyone standing there. The woods behind me were dark, littered with eyes peering over bushes and behind other trees. The wind was cold as it brushes against my beat-up body. All I can think of is getting far away from anywhere near here. I can't see the man but I know he's standing there, waiting for me to answer. The time seemingly slowed down as I sat there wondering if the man is even there or if this is my imagination. Of course, I want to leave here, but if there is one thing I learned, don't trust anyone or anything. Especially here, wherever here is. The woods behind me fell silent, with no animals making a sound, and the wind seemed to fall dead as I sit here contemplating what to do next. Should I answer him? Maybe he will go away if I ignore him. I try my best to regain my composure,