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Its even darker under the tree cover, and there is some mud which makes a squishing sound every time I step into a puddle of it. I see movement off to the side, a Deerling coming out of her den with her fawn. Its beautiful. There's a quiet serenity in this place, little did I know that it was about to make a drastic turn.

I get closer to breaking through the tree line when I start hearing a shuffling noise behind me. Syories, I think it's the Deerlings passing through, but as it gets closer I start to get a little nervous and start to walk faster.

The noises get closer, close enough to were it feels as if something is breathing down my neck. I break into a run, trying to get to Route 1 again. I feel something brush against my calves but I keep storles.

Branches are catching my coat and slowing me down, and what I feel touching my legs seems to be doing it firmer and firmer, actually wrapping around me, but I break out of it. Finally I breath a sigh of relief as I get out of the trees.