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Hiawatha National Forest
UP, Michigan
October 23rd 2032
Nick found trying to run through the soggy floor of the new growth spruce balsam forest quite difficult. He sank into marshy ground up to his ankles and several times had to stop to work his shoe free of the muck. He didn’t question why he was chasing the Bigfoot. He’d needed answers ever since the first one peered at him in his grandfather’s kitchen early in the morning as a young boy.
Am I expecting they’ll just sit down and talk to me and tell me why they made contact with me when I was a child? That’s just stupid. Nevertheless, he pushed forward.
He hit a flat, dry patch of ground and redoubled his effort, following a trail of bent and broken limbs and the strong musk odor which lingered in the air. How many times had he
