The Wind was as quiet as a whisper, and the darkness was deadly. The woods pressed in on every angle, seeming to entrap a lost soul in its gnarled grasp. A man had been trudging on through this for 4 days and was out of food and water. His leg was injured from a fight two nights back, with a pack of raptors. He was so thirsty that he felt as if his throat was made of dry sand. He walked for hours trying to find a way out of the dense jungle. Until at last he approached a break in the woods. His leg was burning with pain, he couldn’t go on much longer. What he saw next stopped his heart. A Paradise.... He could see bushes loaded with berries. Palm trees with coconuts surrounding the trunks. There was also a river. The man ran toward the water and fell into it laughing and drinking. He took a great gulp and sighed.... In the water the killer watched. The spino swam up and ripped the mans chest open. The spino watched, smirking as the life left the mans eyes....He was King

-KingOfKill