Chapter Seventeen – A dead squirrel.

Scott looked around the hole for the last time before concluding that it was dead.

A shiver ran down his spine but he tightened his fists and walked away. Some animals came to him but he just moved like he didn’t know what happened.

A small bird perched on his hair, trying to call his attention, but he brushed it away. They’d be all the curious on what killed the squirrel.

It was a normal thing to die in the forest but not in this case.

Whatever killed the squirrel was surely not a normal animal. The squirrel was old and weakly and such...