“HELP!” He ran, tears streaming down his face.

His eyes were red and puffy and his lungs felt like they were on fire. He ran through the forest where trees were horrifyingly tall. “ANYONE PLEASE HELP ME!” He shouted once again. He could feel that he was near the protection camp but he couldn't see it in sight. He looked back only to see a huge army of people running after him with weapons and as he turned his head back to the front again, he saw it. He saw a shiny layer of protection walls coming close, about 5 kilometers or so. It was in a shape of a dome and it covered a large part of the forest, the deepest part of the forest.

“ANYONE PLEASE HEL- ARGH! !” Something stabbed him in his lower back and he stumbled and fell to the ground just 2 kilometers away from the protection walls. He turned back and he was once again on his feet, the bloody knife in his hand. His face soon turned pale and ghostly white as his breaths became shallow. Come on, just 1 kilometer to go. He sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him and they gave way just as he was about to enter the protection walls. No. They didn't give way. The walls stopped him from entering. He pounded his fist on the wall and an inaudible vibration coated the silence of the forest. “PLEASE LET ME IN!” He screamed, pounding his fist on the walls at an incredible speed. “Just let me in.” His voice faltered as tears began to stream down his face at a higher speed. The pounding on the wall slowed down as another knife was dangerously planted in his waist, his blood splattering on the wall. The moment his blood touched the wall, his body fell front, entering the protection wall. A group of males rushed out of the wood shelters and was surprised to see a bloody boy at the entrance of their home. One of them rushed