Chapter 22- Surviving the Forest

Two weeks after the monkey incident, Wilson was in a haggard carriage pulled by a horse and camel hybrid. A combination of fast and weather-enduring. He sat in the carriage looking out through the see-through curtain at the snow-filled plains. He sighed deeply, lost in thought. He reminisced on what had happened the past week after he had meticulously escaped from the clutches of death at the hands of those cunning, super strong, multicolored, horned monkeys.

After running for hours, he stumbled on a thick bunch of interlocked vines that were seemingly warning him not to take a step further. Of course, he did not listen. He ran on, past the Vines and some thick evergreen trees until he got to a clearing that looked both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

"Where have I seen this before?" He asked himself aloud.

"I don't know, do you?" A voice suddenly said behind him, startling him. He turned around at an inhumane speed and shouted at the voice owner.

"Why