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She said those words over three hours ago, but time has gotten away from the blond. Older than her sister, Amy has nonetheless decided to stay at home with her family, as she enjoys all of the luxuries that comes with their intimate bond. Though she looks like her mother, she takes after her father, which is quite evident in the fact that she rigged herself a makeshift pack and puts large bundles of sticks into it so she can keep her hands nice and free.

When it comes to camping, most of the good wood is already taken. Every day, campers show up to the pre-planned sites and pretend they are out there in the real wilderness. But even that is too tame for the adventurous woman. So, she sets off deeper into the woods, a good ten minutes away from the campsite. Using all the survival training her father and her time in the scouts had given her, Amy is confident that she can return to camp with little issue. She knows, though, if she is to find any real treasure, she has to go far beyond civilization.

And she's right. Already, her pack is burdened with plenty of sticks. “Alright," she says to herself. “That should be enough for now. All I gotta do is get myself going and-" she pauses, listening. The birds are still chirping, yet there's something that seems off. After a moment's pause, she shrugs and continues on her way. “Now, there's a really cool hill over there. Let's just get a nice shot for the old scrapbook, huh?" So, she heads off, hiking up along the wooded hill until she breaches the series of trees and arrives at the top.

In one direction, forest spreads out as far as the eye can see. Sadly, she knows that the idea of being in the wilderness is only an illusion. The sounds of cars zipping by on the freeway is a constant reminder of the loss of the great outdoors.

She sighs, sitting down on the top of the hill, bringing her knees up close, and wrapping her arms around them. “It's really a shame," she says, tapping her chin against her knee. “That we've come so far, yet lost so much. What kind of world to we live in where the wonder and mystique of nature is lost"

She snickers and shakes her head, “I guess it's the kind where we can fuck whoever we want and the only real danger in our lives is crippling boredom."

She pulls out her camera and stands, getting prepared for the perfect shot. “What should I call this one? 'The Great Lie'? Hm…, no maybe too pretentious." She sighs, pulling her camera away from her face. “There really isn't anything new in this world, is there? Look at me, I'm talking to myself," she smiles, a sad sort of smile, and pockets her camera away. “I need to get back. I'm too contemplative when I'm alone," she says, but as she turns, a rustling in the brush below makes her stop. From the corner of her eye, she sees it--movement. She's not alone.

Gulping, she tries to turn further to see what it is that has marked her, but the footsteps in the wild pick up their pace. The hunt is on!

“Oh, shit!" she shouts, then runs off away from the footprints, away from the campsites. She hops into the woods on the other side, the entrance to that wild expanse of trees she was just contemplating about. She moves forward, but she can't stop, as it's still behind her, chasing her, hunting her. Survival instincts kick in, and she runs fast, not caring much about temporary safety. Branches and nettles cut at her, scratching her skin, drawing blood, breaking cloth, yet still, she persists.

The hungry growls of an animal follow her. Her worst fears are realized. Years of survival training leave her as she is reduced to the simple flight or fight response. Years coddled by civilized life make her unable to remember her training from her youth. Her father's suggestions for keeping herself safe in dangerous situations leaves her, and she becomes just another denizen of that coddled world she had worried herself about before.

But she won't be another meal for a hungry beast. She will keep going. She will keep running, and she will survive. Her heart pumps, her legs grow tired, and her vision tunnels until there is nothing but dark trees and shrubs left.

Her boot catches on part of the undergrowth, and she falls, tumbling into a bush. She scrambles, breaking branches and scratching her arms, only to roll around and come face-to-face with the predator.

The timber wolf stands there, looking at her with its yellow eyes. It just stands there, right in front of her, staring into her eyes, acknowledging her, before it pushes its legs down and leaps up into the air, straight at her!

The wolf lands on top of Amy, knocking her over and pinning her down by the shoulders. She's frozen, staring up at the wild beast on top of her, her body locked up. It stares down at her, a low growl issuing from deep in its chest. It does not bare its fangs at her, but instead leans in, its nose twitching, sniffing around at her.

Amy's heart races as its nose pokes up against her neck and moves down, taking in her scent, which is stained with fear and sweat. Soon, it reaches her top and it snorts, pushing her down some more with its big paws. She can't help but gasp then, and it shoots its eyes up at her, staring directly at her with a strange intelligence she would never expect from a wild animal.

Slowly, it pulls its one paw away from her shoulder. She tentatively moves her arm to the side, but it presses the paw back down, growling at her with its nose pressed against hers. A loud bark makes her freeze in place once more.