Soup“Let's take a break.” Eva panted as she tossed her heavy backpack onto a small patch of blooming daisies near the trail. It was around 5pm and the sun was hiding behind a small patch of cloud giving the sky an orange hue. Bathed in the golden sun were lush pine trees, giving off a faint, sweet fragrance. “We've been walking for hours. I'm dead tired." “Well, we won't be here if you haven't wandered off down the other path. You were the one who brought us here!" Sarah muttered and glared at Eva. "We could have been with our summer camp counselors and friends." "How do I know I'm on the other path?" "If I didn't start to torture the snails, we will not be lost!" don't torture the snails!" “You were ripping snails out of the trees, using them as rocks to throw the poor squirrel at! It's disgusting!”“I'm sorry!” Eva rolled her eyes. Sarah let out a huge sigh. This was what she hated most about her best friend Eva had always found it fun to destroy nature trees to dig holes and set traps to catch bugs. No matter how many times she tells Eva to stop, Eva just ignores her and will do it again “Hey Sarah, there's an inn right there! the consultants.” Eva pointed to a less dense part of the rich green forest. A few meters in front of them, she saw a small treeless area with a small wooden inn Don't...” “Come on! It'll be okay!” Eva lifted her huge bag and ran towards the inn. “But…” Sarah stopped protesting and ran after her friend “Hello my dears, welcome to the Guardian Inn… middle of paper… .close the bag and his eyes widen in surprise. On the bag he sees the Guardians Inn logo. Sarah ran at top speed until she reached the cabin next to the huge oak tree. He let out a scream. All four walls of the cabin were stained crimson red. Blood drips from the knives hanging on the wall. Unidentifiable objects were strewn across the floor and covered in a smattering of blood. In the center of the floor he saw the purple band that Eva used to catch fireflies. Slowly coming out of her shock, Sarah made her way to the vase on the left side of the room. She opened the lid but quickly dropped it when the smell of sulfur hit her. The top was full of vegetables, but it was also full of thin, wrinkled fingers, long, slimy intestines, and round balls with a brown stain. “Do you want some soup?” The old couple asked Sarah at the door.