Snippet #2488542

Mihoko strolled through the forests, his blue eyes scanning the forest, trying to find suitable pieces of firewood which would suffice for the camp fire he hoped to create. Camping hadn't been something enjoyed, especially at night - he hated the dark and especially the creatures that lurked within. A shiver crawled up his spine, his palms beginning to sweat. Why had he come out here, anyway - out of all the places he could hide - he had to choose here. He felts as if... he had to be here... it was necessity - some kinda of source which had been drawing him to this location.

Mihoko's nerves calmed a little bit as a picked up a log of wood, caressing it in his mosquito bitten his hands, which were ridden with red dots. In the distance, he swore he heard a soft mutter... a whisper which was carried to him by the soft wind. His palms began to sweat even more as the logs of wood rolled from his hands, dropping to the ground with soft thunks. "Is..." His voice wavered, as the mutter grew louder, turning into a whisper, "I-Is some-o-one there?" He received no reply and the muttering came to a cease, only to be followed by the cracking of a twig.

This had to be some joke... some illusion... a dream which was corrupting his conscience. Hundreds of thoughts zoomed through his head, his imagination bursting wildly. Mihoko bent over to pick up the pieces of wood he dropped, his eyes attentively darting through the forest which held him captive.