The last one ch1 . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . Screeches sound throughout the forest. Deadly and cold screeches. Milan Thomson runs through the forest, her tote bag almost falling off her shoulders. The Bonha was getting closer. Don’t know what those are? Men created them. On accident, of course. You see, since there has been more global warming, scientist tried making a soup that could make you live forever. Somebody in the science lab sabotaged the soup. The twelve people who drank the soup, mostly women, were turned into Bonhas. They drank the scientist’s soul. When the Bonhas got out of the building, they traveled everywhere to drink more souls. The Bohna wanted to drink Milan’s. They had a reason to, they always did. They didn’t just drink people’s souls for no reason, it was either your bl00d or your parents. If you were an important person, you would get eaten first. If you weren’t that important, you would live for at least another four months. Milan saw a ladder in the distance. She ran towards it and climbed up into the treehouse, locking the trapdoor under her feet. She didn’t realize that the treehouse wasn’t hers, sure, some of the chairs were overturned or out of place, but she thought that Bonhas had come looking for her. It wasn’t until she heard a voice behind her. “Who are you?” She turned around and saw a boy around her age. She looked into his green eyes, which matched with his green cloak, and thought he was rather cut3.
