[Trigger Warning: Blood and Gore. Read at your own discretion.]
The forest was rough and shaggy, and the night was slowly falling, covering the sun with its curtains. Samuel had run into greater trouble than he had imagined. Not only had he been separated from his squad, but his trauma had started to take over him as the skies started to fall into darkness.
He felt his feet going numb as he tried to walk through the forest. He was sweating immensely. He hadn't felt this way for a while now. It was a different feeling from the one he had while he was in the trucks.
This reminded him of something more terrible and gratifying than being trafficked. This reminded him of Bradley. But strange enough, he wanted to see him. Even while he felt like this, he wanted to see him.
