Hunter
The weight of ten years pressed down on me as I gazed towards the center, to the deceivingly beautiful flowers that invited the unsuspecting into the worst hell of all. The jungle was eerily quiet, adding to the unease rising in me.
I never thought I would be standing here, about to willingly enter the center, the place I almost didn't escape.
I bet most, if not all, of the people and creatures behind me could say the same. No one knowingly came here willingly, except for today.
The turn-out was awe-inspiring. I didn't realize how many people were trapped down here, how many wanted to escape just as badly as me, that they would drop everything at a simple rumor that the end was near. Josh and the other werewolves could only reach so many people in such a short time; it was obv
