Panic clawed at the edges of George’s mind. He could feel it creeping in, tightening around his chest, threatening to choke the breath from his lungs. He had to stay calm. He had to think. But all he could think about was how deep he was in the woods and how far away home seemed now.
Thunder had disappeared again, and with him, the creature. George was completely alone. A shiver ran down his spine as the reality of the situation set in. He was lost. He hadn’t been paying attention when Thunder and the creature had darted off, and now he had no idea where to go. The cold air bit into his skin, and his wet clothes clung uncomfortably to his body.