Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

My heart’s practically pounding out of my chest as we park the car, hidden behind a veil of trees. The

forest feels even more thick and suffocating now than it did on the day that we came here to go mushroom

hunting, now that I know what actually lies behind the mist.

Karl takes a moment to study the map I had s atched from him last night, his fingers tracing the uneven,

ink-smeared lines.

“Ready?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine.

“As I’ll ever be,” I reply, grabbing my bag from the backseat. Karl locks the car, and we head off, stepping

into the dense foliage, guided only by the soft morning light filtering through the trees.

Enter title…

For a few minutes, we walk in complete silence. The stillness is comforting in its own eerie way, but I’m

too focused on our mission to let my mind wander too far.

in his tracks. “We have to be

you want

suddenly aware of every single sound around us, every whispering leaf, every chirping bird,

can’t; not now. Not ever.

with Karl’s.

want to do this.

shooting me one last worried look, moves with a stealth I

treading lightly, taking care not to snap a twig or rustle

he hisses, gesturing with his chin. I

camouflaged against the greenery. My

around them,” he whispers, taking the lead as we

damp earth seep into my jeans. We creep forward, the weight of

the silence. I hold my breath as we cross the camera’s line

breath quivering

steps when Karl abruptly halts. I nearly crash into

against his lips, and points. My eyes follow the line

patrolling the area. And

I mutter

Karl whispers, his eyes scanning the woods, calculating. “There’s

to the right. We