Two faces

When he finally reached the peak of the foul smell of blood in the deep part of the forest. His eyes were restless just as his feet climbing hastily with ease and effort leaping from boulder to boulder. He stopped and survey the area. His eyes were like hawks as he can see clearly every part of the forest. The birds nesting on the tree. Squirrels strolling and hopping between trees to caught the nuts.

On some part of the forest, where the animals flee away. Van sprinted and leaped making a soft noise against the rocky and grassy ground. The putrid and rusty smell of blood still lingers in his nose. He saw the trail of blood. He followed it and at the end of the track, he saw the bleeding woman, a young and beautiful woman in her 20’s. The woman coughs blood and struggled to mouthed the words, and in the end, she took her last breath and rest.