The crackling pop of the fire was Tom’s only company. Until just then, he hadn’t realized it was the only sound in the woods.
No wonder why they call it the Dark Forest. A shiver raced up his spine. He wished there was some kind of animal to make noise. Any sound would be preferable to none.
A chill ran through him as he felt something pass by. Turning, he glanced back at the tent where his newest girlfriend slept. The doorflap ruffled as a shadow passed through it.
He turned away. Sacrifices had to be made for safe passage.