ANNE
The distance from the tree top to the ground seems to have increased because it takes me eternity to reach down. I am more than horrified as I am certain that I am as good as dead. The creatures at the bottom of the tree have been screaming and baying for our blood and now I am going down to them, delivered unwillingly.
As I hit the ground with my feet I assess the damage immediately and conclude that I'm unharmed. Then as the creatures converge on me I take off, towards the direction where they are less congested. If I can go past them I can easily climb another tree.
My colleagues shout at me, encouraging me to run but there's no enough light in the dense forest.
Only few shafts of moonlight sift through the tall canopies, giving little light.
I get a good glimpse of the creat
