100 words is all you get
It didn’t take much for Fredrick to get up, as it was past dawn on a chilly winter morning. “So he thinks he can run from me, we shall see about that,” he said as he walked into the damp cave. Dagger in his hand, prepared to hunt the beast, he crawled through the barren terrain, closer and closer to his prey. He smelled the rotting flesh and felt the dry blood that was stained into the rocks, but he continued further in. The light was fading and darkness grew, he struck a match…
No one has seen him since.
