The thick fog clouded my vision. I let out long, deep breaths and the wind whistled in my ear. I couldn’t help but tremble. My whole body was on edge. The fog was blinding and all I could see was the dark, haunting trees that soared high above. I could only rely on my ears, and even that may defy me. My fingers twitched, my eyes darted, breath shaky, and I couldn’t even sweat the fear because of the bitter cold. How did I get here I ask myself over and over, but as I try and remember, it’s blank nothingness. What am I supposed to do, I don't know. The fear is crawling up my spine, staining me….breaking me. It’s overwhelming; suffocating. The cold tears blur my vision more, until they fall and cover my cheeks. Some make there way to my mouth and I can taste the saltiness, but i don't even care. I need to find a way out of here, but go where. I don’t even know where I came from to get here. I just stood there in thought, my fingers starting to feel numb from the cold. The salty tears were long gone, dried up on my face, but I couldn’t help but sob. If i stay here any longer I might freeze to death, but I don’t have the courage to move a single step. As I rely on my ears and the fog seems to intensify, I hear a stick being crushed off into the distance. The crack fills my ears with dread, hitting gut deep.