***Macklin***
I dont know how many times I have tripped and fallen, Smacked my head or body into a branch or some bushes. I can feel scraps on my arms, hands, and legs. The thicker bushes have done a number on my pants,
Falling over a branch for the hundredth time, dont try to get up,
I have no idea if im going in circles or if im even going in the right direction,
'You have to keep moving,'
I huff out at her words,
'It is not like you are helping. We dont even know where we are.'
'I told you to follow your instincts. It's not my fault you are just blundering around and not focusing,'
'Are you kidding me?'
'No, im not. If you take a minute and focus on what is around you, then you may find your way. Use everything you have.'
Placing my hands over my face, 'I dont know if I c
