Somewhere, deep in the forest, a surviving cultist ran off. Back to what they believe will allow it to survive, or something? Returning to the cave, they closed their eyes and took a deep breath, they got injured from that one guy with the campfire.
They got down on their knees and brought their hands together, whispering prayers in shaky breaths. But paused and opened their eyes, not turning their head yet, subtly listening to something. They heard a branch snap, and then footsteps against the grass, moving of rocks, things you hear when walking in a forest.
Could it be? The guy who killed his peers? The person he ran away from?
" Who’s there.. " they said shakily, fear finding its way through their voice. They didn’t dare look behind themselves.
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