Lost

Chapter Eight

In no time at all, rain was pelting down on the little group. At least they had tress for shelter, but seeing as there was thunder and lighting, none of them wanted to be anywhere near a tree.

"We need a way to get out of here fast." Said John grimly. 

"I guess the only choice we have is to go down a path." Replied Jane. 

"Which one shall we take?" Wondered Cyn.

"Let's take the left path." Said George. 

"We haven't even gone far on the center path." John reminded him. 

"I know but..." George glanced over at Paul, who had somehow fallen asleep in the middle of the rainstorm. 

John understood what George hadn't said. "What if the center path is the right one?" He asked. 

"I guess we'll have to risk it." George answered. 

. . .. 

The group had been walking for several minutes, when they saw a young girl run towards them.

"Hey, slow down. What's wrong?" Asked George.

The girl stopped and with a gasp, she managed to yell "BEAR!"