Chapter 1: Part 1: Missing Person
The sun drove deep through the heavy leaves of the thick dark Forest. Beams of light made the path visible for the young man trudging along with his compass in one hand, a map in the other, accompanied by an ever confused expression upon his thin face. His brown eyes searching constantly for signs of the river that the map told was supposedly ahead. The rushing sound of water echoed all around. Scratching his head with his rough fingers before smoothing down his thick hair.
He sighed heavily and kicked the carpet of leaves that had long settled. "Yep. Good spot as any" he said as he flung his blue backpack aside, sitting himself down as the breeze kissed his exposed hot neck, he opened the front large pocket of his backpack pulled out a tin of corned beef and began eating.
Another hour of walking through the sun's scattered beams and the browns, oranges and dim golden carpet of fallen leaves and the constant rushing echo of water, that just never seemed to get louder or quieter. He realised by the end of the first hour that the sun beams had begun to darken and the ground was harder to see. He checked his compass. Still north east. He had been heading in the same direction for nearly six hours now. The park's forest certainly didn't look that big on the map. With a wild thought, he changed his direction dramatically, to see the compass move not even a millimeter from North East facing. He had been treading in the wrong direction, or had he? The forest was broader than it was tall, he had to get his bearings.
After finding a thick enough tree with low enough branches to climb, allowing him to get his head just a little above the green living leaves, it looked more like a green ocean, a sea of life than anything else. Taken back by this beautiful sight, he finally turned his gaze towards the failing sun. "Alright, so that's west..." he said noting the location of the setting sun and where he was on the tree. He could not see anything below his waist so he had to be careful not to lose his bearings climbing down.
Confident he was heading north east-ish after leaving the tree, he found A decent enough place to make camp for the night. The forest birds slowly silenced their songs and complaining as the dusk fell into night. It didn't take long for the night owls to start their irritating calls. The ghoulish hoots before they dive, followed by the deathly screech of something getting picked up by their talons. After the third time waking up for another rodent kill, he noticed the hootings stopped. Silence filled his thin blue tent, but then he heard it, a soft sobbing, the crying of a young girl, by the sound of the weeping, it was far into the thick barked trees and knarled roots, it seems to eminate from the very ground with a sinister echo. His very soul chilled as he unzipped his tent as quietly as he could, nothing and darkness welcomed him and so did silence.
The next morning, he awoke with a deafening scream that suddenly erupted beside him, the very skin of his tent had been drenched in a deep red substance that dripped through the layer of fabric slowly and accurately, spreading a foul stench of rotting iron, the smell wretched his stomach and he vomited violently over himself as he fumbled with the zip with shaking hands, the nib slipping through his blood soaked and vomit covered fingers. Freedom struck him like a freezing cold knife through his neck, and all was black.
Some time after, he was not sure how long had passed, but his eyes opened harshly, one swollen from what he thought was a beating. His arms elevated above his head from iron chains. His legs dropped below him, hanging a meter from the dirty ground covered with old musty straw, a single rat was scurrying across the mess it called home. The cold stone wall he was chained to was damp and stank of decay. The rat ran gleefully towards the darkest area of the room, where a crunching sound echoed through the wet darkness. The room he was now calling his home was wide, circular and tall, very tall, he could not see the top clearly, the rocks glistened in a dim failing light that flickered silently at the very top.
Suddenly a flash light fell from a hidden figure leering in the shadows above the flickering light. The flash light falling into a shallow puddle accumulating in the middle of the room, gifting light to the horrific sight that the rat had eagerly ran to. A body, half devoured, bloodied and limp, infested with fat hungry rats, bone exposed below the elbows, below the knees and the ribs and also mumbling lightly to itself. He screamed with all his might, all his energy and all his fear, but the darkness came once more.
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