The leaves crunched soundlessly through the air. A breathless boy pushed through the throng of the underbrush and despite his already bleeding, infected and painful cuts, he pushed through the final attack of vine like branches. Once through he quickly turned back, as if a second thought, only to be motivated to push forth again.
They were coming. Coming fast.
"Simon!" They yelled in unison.
Simon trudged forward. He had been separated from Ralph earlier. Once he had, he attempted to hide. They easily spotted him. He ran.
"Simon~!" They seemed to sing in devilish voices.
Now out of the forest, he ran over the flat rocky plains.
"Simon!" The voices echoed.
He stopped short at an edge, catching himself. He looked out over the sharp end into the ocean. Without thinking, he began to flee from the dangerous edge. He stopped short again when he saw the angry faces staring back at him through the thick of the forest. His eyes flickered to the edge. His breathe caught in his throat as he contemplated his chances. He swallowed thickly. As they dangerously advanced, he took a deep breath and with tears in his eyes, he jumped.