The Path Narrative

Before going on the expedition, their guide, Travis, explains multiple times that they must stay on the path. The path is made to keep hunters off the ground and away from everything they shouldn’t mess with. When Travis says to stay on,

The trees blurred together as I whisked past them. I had to keep running, the fear pumping through my veins kept me going for this long. I never was good a geography and judging by where I am, I’m lost. This was bad, how was I supposed to hide if I didn't know where I was hiding.

“You will have to go back, and keep to the other road” ... With painful steps we toiled on to reach the right road. This object once attained, soon led up to the dwellings of men. Neat, comfortable log houses, surrounded by well-fenced patches of clearing, arose on either side of the forest

It was a crisp fall day, perfect for a fall tradition with my friends. Two of my best friends and I decided to go to the corn maze at the local pumpkin farm. Soon wristbands had been bought and we were on our way into the 6-foot-tall corn with a crudely drawn map in hand. I took charge and we traversed through the dense first half of the corn maze without any delays. In the second phase we trekked through the mud and around corners, I continued to take charge, insisting I knew the right way. Then suddenly I looked down at a small c shaped divot in the muddy soil that I knew I had seen before. At that moment I knew we were lost.

We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon

With my father and brothers being at war, I was the one who had to make these runs as safely as possible. I start down the crater filled field, looking around at the many bodies lying within the dirt. They were no longer recognizable, fear filled my body. What If that was us? I push the thoughts aside and continue walking until I reach the woods.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

where he was going, but it was still very easy to get lost in this forest. To make it worse, it was night and

We kept walking even though Kayla and I are mad we can’t get lost. The trail we were supposed to go on took us about 5 minutes. We had an hour and a half to spare so we decided to walk around a bit more. Connor took us somewhere where the hills were so treacherous we couldn’t see the top.

I was walking in the woods with the others in our search party. I’m Zach. My nickname is Echo. I’m with two other people: Jack and Ryder. We are looking for eight people who mysteriously went missing at a lot of different times this month. We have been walking for the past hour and a half. We stopped for a break and saw a weird reflection.

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

After about another mile of walking, the girls came across two different paths, leading in two different directions. “Oh no!” cried Lori, “What are we going to do? I don’t want to get lost.”

No more guide of the path, you walk off with only the trees to guide you. Your feet cut by the path before are cut further by the roots twigs and seeds of the pines. Your eyes are heavy and vision blurry, all you want is rest. But you keep walking, walking into the dark clutches of the woods.

I stood there just staring out the wearisome window, and at the empty parking slot. I don’t know if I was looking at it for a couple seconds or a minutes but at that moment of realization all these sequence of events started pouring into my mind. Maybe the people here were crazy and they had brought me into the forest to kill me or something. Maybe the best option was to take my chances and run 30 miles to the town. I didn’t think that it was a good idea to do that. My legs would literally snap in half if I did that.

If you’ve ever been to Yellowstone, then you would know that you have to drive a long, long time to get from one end of the park to the other. Zachary 's plan was to go hiking, so we drove for about 20 minutes in the opposite directions of our companions, pulled over in a picture-taking area, got out of the car, and began our adventure. We thought it would be cooler if we got off on one of the trails that trailed off another. This way we would be away from any other people we may encounter, and we would get to explore the deepest part of “the wilderness”. We were having our fun, and then Zachary found a single opening in the dense trees that wasn’t labeled an actual trail. We followed it. Bad idea.