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It didn’t make sense.
People expected panic.
Fear.
Desperation.
But what they saw was something else entirely.
The Silence
When they tried to speak to her, she didn’t respond.
Not right away.
She looked at them—but her expression was distant, as though part of her was still somewhere else.
“Can you hear us?” one of them asked gently.
No answer.
Just a quiet, steady gaze.
It wasn’t until several minutes later that she finally spoke.
And when she did, it wasn’t what anyone expected.
“I Wasn’t Alone”
Her voice was soft.
Barely above a whisper.
“I wasn’t alone.”
The words sent a ripple through the group.
“What do you mean?” someone asked.
But she didn’t elaborate.
Not immediately.
Instead, she looked past them—toward the trees.
As if expecting to see something.
Or someone.
The Questions Begin
Once she was brought back and given medical attention, the questions started.
Where had she been?
What had happened?
How had she survived?
And most importantly…
What did she mean when she said she wasn’t alone?
At first, her answers were unclear.
Fragmented.
Like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit together.
But slowly, a story began to emerge.
The Days in the Woods
She remembered getting lost.
That part was simple.
She had wandered farther than she intended, following a path that seemed familiar—until it wasn’t.