4 PRIA
It was getting dark and I still hadn't found food, water or shelter. I'd hoped for a stream, some berries, a cave, but there was nothing but trees, dead wood and thorny bushes. I dragged myself along, stumbling so often that my legs would be covered in bruises by tomorrow, hoping that this nightmare would end. I didn't dare look at my feet. They felt as if my skin was in tatters. It was a miracle no predator had caught the scent of my blood yet. Above me, the birds were getting quieter as the light waned. The foliage was too thick to see the sun, but the shadows had been growing longer for hours now. I didn't have high hopes of surviving this place once night fell. If the monsters hunting during the day were as huge and creepy as that tree-crab, I didn't want to know what the noctu
