trapped.
@obsjihye
The man woke up in a daze, head and limbs slightly aching from the hard fall. It was pitch black, but due to his night vision he could see the rocks that surrounded him. They were jagged with a few pebbles still crumbling above him. The air was cold and in the distance he could hear running water, but nothing more. After maneuvering forward, he managed to move one large rock that seemed to open up into a larger crevice. Cris could stand upright now. And the seriousness of the situation finally set in.
He had been running after a strange lion plushie within the forest. At first he spotted it on the corner, thinking a child must have dropped it somehow. But after walking a few more blocks, the doll seemed to be moving with him. After a while Cris started to feel a bit offended by the form, wondering if it was taunting somehow. But another part just wanted to catch it. It was his feline instincts apparently. “There can only be one.” Cris muttered breaking off into a sprint with the doll dissapearing once in a while towards the forest.
After an hour of the foolishness, the doll was no longer in sight anymore. Even when he waited a few seconds, it no longer appeared. Cris was in unexplored territory at this point and after spotting something at the corner of his eye, he rushed into the cave attempting to catch it. But the cave wasn’t as stable as he thought it was and after a few minutes, the shaking off the walls trapped him within. Damn his instincts. “Fuck me.”