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Lucas sat rigid in the shelter, eyes wide and muscles tense. What were they going to do? What was out there? He shivered, waiting with bated breath for someone to make the first move. Whatever was out there, he could sense that it had the intent to attack. So why wasn't it attacking them? Fear...

Lucas shifted his weight uncomfortably. Walking over to the shelter without saying a word, he bent down and plopped onto the cool grass. He wiped his sweaty palms against his pant legs. The presence of the girl lying down next to him filled up the whole tent and suffocated him. The smell of...

Lucas wiped the film of sweat off his forehead. The darkness of night had begun to blanket the glade, and they had built a small, but decent shelter. Although, Lucas had mainly followed Jessica's instructions. The shelter was a slanted roof that rested against a large boulder – barely big enough...

Lucas followed Jessica into the rainforest, each step striding towards a world he, unknowingly, would never be able to return from. The sky was as dark as night, veiled by the myriad of leaves tumbling over each other in an attempt to get sunlight. What little rays of gold were left from the...

Lucas drew a sharp breath, nerves on alert. "O-oh." His voice shrank. His palms began to sweat and he hurriedly brushed them on his soaking pants, having the opposite effect. "I'm Lucas." For a moment, he hesitantly raised his hand a few inches, then dropped it immediately. Heart racing, he...

Lucas nodded frantically and tried to slow down his breathing. Closing his eyes, he focused only on his lungs, trying to take in air through the shaking and sobbing. In through the nose, out through the mouth. A small, anguished noise escaped him every now and then. Finally, his body stopped...

Lucas turned his head and stumbled over. A blonde-haired girl was walking over to him, shouting "Hey!" A pang of fear hit his stomach. She was pretty. "Sarah?" He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. His head was spinning with a torrent of emotions. "Sister. Ha-ave you seen my...

Lucas drifted back into consciousness to the soft sound of waves lazily lapping the shore. A cool sensation washed over his lower body as he slowly opened his eyes. Sand. There was sand. As his vision focused, he took better notice of his surroundings. It was morning. Head turned, he was...

It was midnight. Not that it made any difference. The warm light of the bedside lamp comforted Lucas as he lay on the bed. After a long period of deep thought, he had drifted off to sleep. Now, the sides of his mouth were crusty and his eyes watered as he picked the sleep out of them. Night...

"No." This abrupt answer had become Lucas's favorite answer during this "celebration." After one final year of screaming, crying and anxiety, his hard-earned reward was, as he had been realized all too late, an inescapable waterborne prison filled with the one thing he was afraid of the most...