What Lovely Bones
by axel
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The man runs for his life. The dried leaves crunch under his, formerly, white shoes. He doesn’t know where he is or where h e is going, all he knows that he needs to go far away from the figure pursuing him. A trail of blood is left behind him. His left hand is clutching the bleeding stump of his right one, a lack of fingers clearly noticeable. The forest provides him no shelter as he tries to maneuver inside it. ‘Just go straight. There should be a way out straight ahead, right?’ His train of...
