Chapter Fifty-seven

This alcohol container is sure to have its rights to be carried at times like this.

During night time, the silence was too eerie that one would thing that something is really weird in the place. You cannot even hear a single screech of nightcrawlers, not even a cricket that you can usually hear in a typical forest.

Something is not right; Rio utters to himself as the cold weather intensifies. This cold temperature, though at the northern part of the continent, doesn’t seem to make sense because winter was three months past already.

There was silence, then suddenly the rustling sound of the wind was noticed by them, making the cool weather more terrible for camping out in the woods.

Rio starts to hear weird noises mixed with the rustling of the winds.

“Is it just me or there really are voices being heard while the soft cold breeze began to intensify?” He asked Leonard whom is now a little bit uneasy already.

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