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Clint Anson was lost in the woods. He had been walking through the forest with his friends, Ben and Aaron. Somehow, he had become separated from them, and now he was alone. Calling out resulted in nothing, except making the forest go more silent than it already was. The silence was deafening. Clint really was, he felt, truly alone - and he was afraid.
He was supposed to be on an enjoyable hike. The trio had planned to walk to Miller's Clearing, an unforested area that overlooked Miller's ravine. If they could find a spot to make their way down, they planned on doing some rock hunting. At the moment, however, hunting rocks was not on Clint's mind.
Suddenly there was a noise behind him. He spun around in place just in time to see Aaron Porter appear. He had a look of terror in his eyes. He also had his large bowie knife in his hand, a pine club-like stick, and Ben's binoculars around his neck.
"We've got to find Ben and get out of here," he said, breathlessly.
"What has happened? What's wrong?"
"It grabbed Ben in its mouth. Maybe if we hurry we can help him!"
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