Flee the Marb

                   Run, Run, Little Hiker!

You have insulted the Marb by kicking the big cat off of you and making him hit the wall behind you. A simple no thank you could have sufficed, but now he is injured in both pride and body and must devour you for refusing his request in such a dishonorable fashion. There are no weapons in this hut–- the Marb knew this might happen–- you cannot defend yourself with anything leathal so you go check outside.

      Yet outside is where the Marb finds you. Having no time to look for sharp instruments, you run. The Marb chases you from the hut to the fork in the road. Right goes back across the bridge and eventually out of the forest while left is where the bikers went; it goes deeper into the forest.

**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is concieved. **

*Go Right

*Go Left

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Author: pathweaver34

My name is Isaac Craft. I've got a bachelors in Mass Communications, an Associates in Graphic Design, and I'm an aspiring novelist.

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