I run, run way into the retreat. I don't think the Masks were chasing me, but I still just needed to get somewhere. I ran and ran until I couldn't run no more. I probably spooked 20 reapers on the way here, but its not like I have any hope anymore. Molly's gone, I'm stuck in the middle of the retreat with no supplies, and I have an organization of people after me trying to turn me into a white faced monster. My chances were not looking good.
I finally stopped, shaken, and dizzy from all the running. I couldn't tell you which way was up or down, left or right. I was so disoriented and confused. In the distance I could hear squeaks and rustling and I couldn't tell you what it was, or if it was after me. I looked around, paranoid. There was nothing but trees. I needed rest. I had not rested since back at camp with Molly, before I was taken. I had been out for a while before I ended up in the cage, but I wasn't technically sleeping, but I was recovering. I needed actual sleep. So I looked around, found a log, and slept...
I woke up with all these sores all over my body, and I wasn't sure whether a bug had gone crazy, or if I was getting one of those stress infection things. All I knew was all these medium sized lumps were all over my body. They weren't itchy or painful, but they were there. I didn't care though, I had one thing on my mind. I woke up with the immediate realization. The Masks had Molly. I mean, yeah, it was obvious, but when I got up, I realized a lot more. They were going to turn Molly into a freak. Plus, with her past of escaping, I'm sure they had some extra plans for her. I had to save her.
I then realized something that made me feel pretty stupid. How could I save her if I didn't even know where I was. I ran into the middle of a giant forest, a forest full of monsters and mayhem that would easily end me. I needed to prepare. So I got the supplies nature provided me with. I found some sharp sticks and a sharper rock. I then sharpened the sticks with the rock and turned them into spears for hunting and defense. I then took some of the staffs and went hunting. Although I remembered the last little hunting trip I went on, a mans got to eat.
I walked around a small area of woods, listening for sounds and moving slowly so I didn't make to many of my own. I finally found this gross looking monster. It was about the size of a house cat and it was slimy. It had long sharp teeth and two feet that protruded from the bottom of his belly. I took a small stab at it and the thing barely moved, and I got it first stab. It pussed out this green liquid and died. So I took it back to a clear area and snapped two rocks together, starting a fire. (Quick thing for all you survivalists: It wasn't the first two rocks I snapped together. It took me a nice hour or two to find a pair that would spark.) I then cooked it and ate it. I took the little bugger apart and ate him. Although he tasted like crap, with a really bitter after tone and barely any flavor in the beginning, I needed to eat.
I then looked around for any signs of where I could have sprinted though last night. I looked for a broken trail of bushes, but found too many broken twigs and stuff to call a path. It was as if every big thing in the woods just tore through the forest like it was no big deal. I needed another strategy to find the Society of Masks HQ. So I did what any terrible survivalist would do. I looked around for the tallest climbable tree around, and climbed it to get a view of everything.
I finally got to the top of the tree. I couldn't see anything. The trees in the distance were miles higher than any of the trees here. I sat on top of this tree. I knew that a lot would happen, and a lot of obstacles would get in my way, but I sat on top of the tree and made a promise to myself. I looked at my hands, and they were dirty, but that's what I got. I looked at my hands and made a promise, not knowing if I was just talking into my hands like a retard or if some higher power heard me. I looked at my hands, and promised "I will find Molly. It may take me until tomorrow, it may take me years, but Molly will be found, if its the last thing I do."
