I can hear the sound of my racing heart as I walk forward, I'm clenching my feet, so I don't step on anything that would cause significant damage to my feet, I can hear the incessant buzz of crickets as I step forward, I know I should be scared of that comfort but I'm so tired and his hungry that I've become desperate.
I walk forward, the flickering light apparent now, but there seems to be no door to the tiny house in different circumstances I would have admired ther house and maybe taken photos because it looked like a tree house sitting on the bamboo like a panda. But in my current state I was pretty sure if someone said the funniest thing I would look at them square in the eye and fix them a hard stare.
Suddenly I hear a growl, I'm startled momentarily and I freeze , staring at the hardwood of the cabin which seems closed on all sides, but how the hell would there be a flickering light inside.
