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For those of you who have been reading the story, enjoy this cliffhanger!

The older man scoffed. "You know me, Wilson. You insinuated that yourself not five minutes ago."
Wilson paused, relaxed, and closed his eyes. If I could just sleep, he thought, maybe the pain would go away.
"I know you hurt," bleated the low tone as his rubbing to warm his became more gentle until he stopped, "but you're going to have to suck it up, pal."
Wilson became confused, for his face said it all. He felt as though his mind was being read and searched through like a file. Everything he thought, the man responded to almost immediately. The gentleman's thoughts quickly trailed off as he closed his eyes again, ready to sleep..or simply fade away. This world was too harsh, too cruel. His lungs began to refuse to take any more air than what a shallow breath could bring. Wilson's body ached again, keeping him in a strict position. He fought the urge to cry, to fight. It wouldn't do him any good. He had been told once that he'd die out there "just like the rest of them," and his cries of pain and desperation wouldn't save him.
As Wilson's breathing became shallow and quick, and his wheezing turned to whimpers, the older man shifted him again and rose to his feet. Wilson yelped in pain as he was adjusted into a cradling position and flinched as the man who held him sounded an echoing whistle. Within moments, the atmosphere grew dark and quick, shadowy movements caught Wilson's eye. A pair of hands, black as the night, rose from the frozen earth, and readied themselves to lash out at them.
Not again, Wilson thought. Looking up at the older man, he seemed impatient at the time it took their preparation to transport them. To where, Wilson had no idea. As the nightmarish ambiance grew louder and shadow hands grew closer, Wilson let the tears come as his sight grew black and he stopped breathing...

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For those of you who have been reading the story, enjoy this cliffhanger!

The older man scoffed. "You know me, Wilson. You insinuated that yourself not five minutes ago."
Wilson paused, relaxed, and closed his eyes. If I could just sleep, he thought, maybe the pain would go away.
"I know you hurt," bleated the low tone as his rubbing to warm his became more gentle until he stopped, "but you're going to have to suck it up, pal."
Wilson became confused, for his face said it all. He felt as though his mind was being read and searched through like a file. Everything he thought, the man responded to almost immediately. The gentleman's thoughts quickly trailed off as he closed his eyes again, ready to sleep..or simply fade away. This world was too harsh, too cruel. His lungs began to refuse to take any more air than what a shallow breath could bring. Wilson's body ached again, keeping him in a strict position. He fought the urge to cry, to fight. It wouldn't do him any good. He had been told once that he'd die out there "just like the rest of them," and his cries of pain and desperation wouldn't save him.
As Wilson's breathing became shallow and quick, and his wheezing turned to whimpers, the older man shifted him again and rose to his feet. Wilson yelped in pain as he was adjusted into a cradling position and flinched as the man who held him sounded an echoing whistle. Within moments, the atmosphere grew dark and quick, shadowy movements caught Wilson's eye. A pair of hands, black as the night, rose from the frozen earth, and readied themselves to lash out at them.
Not again, Wilson thought. Looking up at the older man, he seemed impatient at the time it took their preparation to transport them. To where, Wilson had no idea. As the nightmarish ambiance grew louder and shadow hands grew closer, Wilson let the tears come as his sight grew black and he stopped breathing...

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Don't Starve(c) Klei Entertainment
Art(c) TrebleStudios