Man Follows A Wounded Moose In The Forest – What He Discovers Next Turns His Life Upside Down!
He spread a map over a flat rock, tracing the drone’s last coordinates with a finger. The site was deep in unfamiliar territory, far from any marked trail. His stomach churned.
He pulled out his phone and typed a quick message: Saw something in the forest. Going to investigate. Call the cops if you don’t hear from me by evening. His thumb hovered over send—then dropped. Reckless or not, someone needed to know.
Switching on location tracking, he stepped into the treeline. The forest swallowed him whole, shadows crowding in from every side. His heartbeat thudded against his ribs. Each step felt deliberate, heavy.
He tried not to think about the questions clawing at the back of his mind—what if he got lost? What if the people at that camp found him first? But fear was a luxury he couldn’t afford.
Roots snaked across the path like hidden traps, catching at his boots. He stumbled more than once, steadying himself with quick grabs at tree trunks. The deeper he went, the thicker the silence became—not the peaceful quiet he knew, but a stifling, unnatural stillness.
He glanced at the map again. He was on track, but every distant crack of a twig made his pulse leap. The trees towered taller here, their branches knitting so tightly overhead that the daylight thinned to a dim, green gloom. He was deep into ground he had never walked before—and utterly alone.
