Muffin : Chapter 1:- FullMoon Woodlands

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Chapter 1: FullMoon Woodlands

FullMoon Woodlands: It was raining cats and dogs. The air had an eerie vibe in it that, instead of refreshing, would make people shiver in fear. In the banks of Wolfport River was a ragged boat. Leaning against it was a plump, but clearly unhealthy man. He was tall. Wearing a torn, old coat and carrying an equally ancient sling bag. At the moment, he was busy puking on the  boat. This man was David.

"Sea sickness", he said to no one in particular, after finishing his rather smelly and disgusting business. Looking around, he could see a forest. A strange one at that, for he could have sworn that he had never seen those types of trees anywhere before. There was also a weird smell coming from the forest.

And no, it wasn't coming from the boat, where his partially digested breakfast lay in a puddle. 

He sighed. He was lost. Utterly lost. He had snatched an old lady's bag, was chased out of the shop. Soon the police was chasing him too. He had found a boat near a riverside and borrowed it (mind you, he only borrowed it) for some time. And now he was here. In the middle of nowhere.  He sighed again.  

There were three options in front of him. One: Jump in the river. Two: Follow the narrow path into the unknown and positively dangerous forest. Or Three:  just wait till someone comes to save him 

The First option was straight and simple 'No'. The river was raging and the storm wasn't helping matters.

Though, the Third Option looked the most tempting, his logic told him that it would be pointless to wait if no one came by. Besides, the forest may not be that thick. He could, maybe, just walk a few miles and reach a city, or even better, a village. And there was the fact that he loathed  waiting. 

That left only the Second option. The one to go forward, into the forest  by following the creepy path. It might lead him to a better life. Or it might lead him to Death. He glared at the path warily. He had a gut feeling that this path was no good for him. 

Or maybe it was just hunger.

Deciding to take the risk, he set out.

The Creepy Path
The Path, Wolfport Riverside.


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