A small golf cart with a red and orange fabric cover around the roof's edge, raced through the forrest at a near impossible speed, it contained three passengers whom were all much too young to be doing exactly what they were doing. The driver, a twelve-year-old boy with brown messy hair and light skin, he wore an orange t-shirt with a blue vest, and kaki shorts, seemed to be preoccupied with driving as fast and safely as he could away from the being that currently chased them. The girl beside him, his twin sister with longer hair the same shade and skin as well, who wore a sparkling sweater with the face of a cat between the words "meow meow" and a blue skirt with a matching headband and star earrings, was mainly focused on trying not to puke from the motion sickness she so easily got. Another girl stood surprisingly steadily on the back behind a bar that she had seemingly tied herself to with some rope, dyed blue hair and slightly darker skin from the other two, she wore a black shirt beneath a denim jacket and jeans with dark sneakers to go with, facing the thing that was chasing them, in her arms she held a baseball bat, ready to swing at a moment's notice. This was exhilarating to say the least for the girl in the back, judging by her smirk as she stared out at the thing about to attack, her cousins on the other hand, seemed more scared for their lives, and she expected nothing less from a couple of city kids. It wasn't their fault, after all, they had only just started this whole "monsters are real, and we're face-to-face with them" thing a few hours earlier.