.•IT CAN'T BE REAL•.

Chapter Eight: .•unlikely allies•.

Ansley hopped around in the woods, her hooves clicking onto the stones. She removed the photo from the camera, shaking it. "Dang it..." Ansley muttered, shoving the photo into her pocket. Footsteps sounded behind her. "Who goes there?" Ansley shouted, whipping around to face Jason. "Who are you?" she asked. "The name's Jason. And you are?" Jason held his paw out for her to shake it. "Ansley." she slowly put her hoof to his paw to shake it. Jason flinched, her hoof cold on his paw. "And how old are you?..." Ansley asked. "I'm 11. Nearly 12." Jason replied. "Why are you out here by yourself?" she stared at the small Doberman. "Let's just say, I live in a bad home and somebody who knew how to deal with me is gone."

   "So, how old are you, again?" Ansley asked Jason. "11. And why do you want to know?" Jason asked. "Just wondering." Ansley looked down. "Can we take a break from walking and talk?" Ansley looked at Jason. He shrugged. "Can your delicate hooves not handle it anymore?" he teased. "Don't push me." Ansley huffed, sitting down in a patch of grass. Jason did so as well. "He'll figure out a way to get me out of here..." Jason whispered to himself. "Hm?" Ansley glanced at him. "Just... Nothing. Nothing, okay? I'm fine." Jason glanced at her pocket, a something poking out of it. "What's that in your pocket?" he asked her. Ansley took it out, unfolding it. "It's a photo I took from a tree... it wouldn't-" "That's Bryson..." Jason stared in shock at the photo. The train was in front of his brother in the photo, Bryson's eyes wide with fear. A chill went down Jason's spine, seeing how his brother was killed. "I-I'm sorry...." she muttered. Jason pointed to the background, the shadowed trees. "Look..." There was a large, distorted looking figure in the background, two odd crescent shapes beside what seemed to be its head. Ansley and Jason looked at each other.

   "I should tell Lee." Ansley said. Jason's ears pricked. "Excuse me?" Jason accidentally glared at her. "Lee?" Ansley told him. "She broke my brother's paw. That mainly lead him to being hit." Jason twitched. Ansley remembered the tall Doberman who came over to them. "I know Bryson. Partly. I saw him, but didn't talk with him." Ansley mumbled. "Whatever. Something distracted Bryson and he got hit. And it was that." Jason pointed to the monster looking thing. "What if that thing took Logan..." Ansley glanced at Jason again. "No wonder we can't find him..." Jason glanced back at the photo. Bryson made a promise. He'll get me out of here. One way or another.