Lost
The last thing George remembered was feeling the breeze speed up as the train plummeted towards the dark oak forest. Then he blacked out. George woke with a sharp pain in his left leg, “AH!” he screamed, a huge block of wood had collided into his ankle, blunt pieces of wood shot out through his soft skin, blood oozed from the wound, “Help me!” he screamed thinking he was alone, then he heard a rustle and the sound of heavy breathing, another person stood bruised and battered “hello?” the strange figure responded. “Over here!” George screamed. The stranger didn’t know what to do, he took a step back and glanced at George. Then, he leaped forwards and grabbed the plank of wood that was in George’s leg and tore at it. then it came loose and George could get up. The stranger grabbed his arm and put him over his shoulder and sat George up against a tree “see if there’s any more people that made it” said George while taking sharp quick breaths. “The name’s Peter” said the stranger.
