A Trip for the Lost

“Fear penetrated her reasoning, and her basic mode of thinking was reduced to survival; however, one odd sound interrupted her terror-stricken state of mind. It was the sound of girls laughing and talking. More curious now than frightened, Caroline followed the array of voices occasionally tripping on the large tree trunks. The sounds had stopped by now, but she continued in the blackness until reaching what seemed to be a campsite. She observed the dark green tent and smoky residue where the fire lies smoldering. Bags of food swayed in the wind from the trees.”