Confronting His Trauma [2]

It was dusk.

The sun was about to set.

The sky above turned a mix of purple and orange. The paths were narrow and almost hard to see.

The forest came into view. And as the darkness grew, the forest became quiet.

Once again, Brandon started recalling the memories of that night.

Ba… Thump! Ba… Thump!

His heartbeat quickened and the air suddenly felt a little colder than usual.

He…

He was going to be fine.

Coming to Everglade was to prove that he was fine.

Yes.

He composed himself.

"Hoo."

Taking a deep breath, Brandon blankly stared at the trees in front of him.

Heading into the forest, he kept his guard up and his eyes peeled for any sudden movement.

After a while, he made it further into the forest. Not once had he ever kept his guard down.

"Hurrrr—"

And a subtle growl resounded in the air. One that he was all too familiar with.

Rustle. Rustle…!