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With the glow fading rapidly you and Clariise plunge blindly into the thicket. Your Aunt has to swing her machete so widely and briskly that you are forced to lage a good dozen paces behind to keep from getting sliced. Thorny branches are constantly thwacking your face; Roots and who knows what all keep tripping you up. Clarrise is grunting and snarling ahead of you with the effort, and then the moon slides behind some clouds leaving you in nearly complete darkness. You hear wolves howling, and you realize the orange glow you were chasing is no where to be seen.
“Shoot!” Clarisse sounds completely disgusted. “This was a stupid idea. We’re lost!”
You’ve only got two options:
Try to make your way back to camp? Click here.
Or stay here till morning comes? Click here.