Haunted Wood follow alice

He had no track of the hours, of the distance. He had been focused entirely on the sound of the bears chasing on them, haunted by their macabre images and desperately hoping he'd never see the again, while believing they were all as good as dead. "No," he would whine, time and time again as if trapped in a nightmare from which he could not awaken. "No..." Indeed, it certainly felt like that to him.

Eventually, the family stopped. He still hung from his mother's mouth, his remaining eye flitting about the dark woods in search of the sinister glint of fangs and the evil burn of a predator's stare. It was a useless effort. A voice in his head spoke cruelly to him, taunting him, that he would never see such detail again. He could separate the white of his mother's coat from the blurred brown and deep green shades of the forest, but his sister almost disappeared in them, were it not for the white that she also sported.

"They're going to keep chasing us," he sobbed.