As if a curtain fell onto the stage, the surroundings of the forest suddenly darkened. A loud chime rang. It sounded three times before a large number 10 appeared, floating in the air.
Then it started counting down to nine. Eight. Seven. The people started to panic.
"What's going to happen now?"
"Are we going to die?"
Some, who have more sense and are quick to adapt, ask, "Are those the monkeys we have to catch?"
"Where?"
"The brown ones. Besides the biggest tree. " Their eyes turned to where the young woman pointed out.
Seeing them, Alicia licked her lips. "Food." She got out of Lucien's hold and slammed her fist on the invisible wall.
Five. Four. Three.
"What's the plan?" Lucien asked nervously. The girl obviously didn't know how to answer except by saying "food," so he turned to Keith.
Keith only looked at him.
Two. One.
