"Run...." a woman's voice echoed inside her head. Rosalind immediately frowned. This is... a dream?
The woman's voice was exactly like the one inside her head. It had been telling her to run when there was a demon around.
Rosalind's frown grew deeper as she got up and looked around. The tents were missing and so was everyone else.
Why was she having this dream now?
Seeing that this was all a dream, Rosalind started walking forward. She could hear a loud roar nearby yet she ignored it. Unaware of what she was looking for, she continued walking.
That was until she thought she heard waves of laughter.
She stopped and listened carefully. Sure enough, she could hear faint laughter coming from somewhere in the distance. Rosalind's curiosity got the best of her, and she decided to follow the sound.
As she walked, the laughter grew louder and more distinct.
Then she saw it.
A group of people was huddled around a campfire. They were talking, laughing, and joking around.
