“Get up. Don’t turn around and don’t talk.” A ruff gravelly voice spoke from behind Robby. His muscles froze with shock keeping him stuck on the ground until something round and hard pushed into the back of his head. “Get up.” Robby pushed his arms underneath his body; lifting himself to his knees and then his feet. “Walk.” Robby stepped forward with great caution, being forced through the woods about half a mile and led to a crude door made out of thick logs covered with branches that blended into the hillside. “Open it.” Robby searched for a handle but found nothing. “Pull a branch.” He reached forward and grabbed hold of what looked like a medium sized sapling protruding from a log. The door jerked open. “Go in.” Robby followed the command, still unsure of who or what was giving it. Dar
