The Canadian wilderness is a dangerous place. There are monsterous creatures, with watching eyes, waiting to pounce. They snarl behind thick leaves and the shadows of the trees. They don't show themselves until it is too late. Too late to run, or retreat. Too late to call for help. And there is one monster in this forest that has claws. Claws that will tear you apart with ease, that will spill your blood as a warning to others. Do not come through here, it warns.
No one ever listens. They close their eyes to the warning signs, the flashing red stains are ignored. Fences are climbed, barricades are scaled. This month, the forest has been responsible for three deaths. And there is more to come. A black sedan comes along the dirt path, it sends small stones upwards, hitting against the paint. The tyres struggle to grip the road properly, yet it remains at its quick speed. The accelerator is pushed against the carpet of the floor, the man's other foot staying away from the brake.
"I told you, slow down! They're not following us anymore, they stopped when we reached the forest. Take your foot off the gas, Daniel!" It appears as if the voice in the passenger seat is disobeyed for a brief moment, but the vehicle gently crawls to a halt. The natural barricade of a tree the reason.
Daniel slams his palm against the leather of the steering wheel and exits the sedan in anger. "I'm not going back that way either. We're gonna have to go by foot, Matt. Longer we stand here, the quicker those cops will catch us." He walks towards the trunk and clicks the lock open, looking down at the woman struggling in the rope around her wrists. "We're walking. As soon as we get out of this forest, we'll let you go. That's if you play nice."
Last edited by Skallagrim
on Fri Sep 11, 2009 2:08 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Reason: Edited the title to reflect RPG rules regarding such role-plays