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“Yeah, I’m lost.” Marcus stopped and looked around him while catching his breath. Instead of finding his way back to camp, he found himself surrounded by trees and bushes and without a path to follow. He didn’t know how long ago he lost it, but it was gone. As was every trace of his trek.
After growing up in the woods, he thought he knew his way around better than this. Getting lost was something that happened to city folk, not him.
Dad’s going to kill me. Not knowing which way he’d come, he picked a direction and started walking.