Nico's P.O.V.

I feel my lungs bruning, but I have to keep running. There's no going back once you start. I have to keep going.

I dodge trees and bushes as I run through the forest. I have to get away from the cabins or else he'll find me. I stumbled over sticks and roots as I run, not yet use to running through the forest.

I don't wanna go back to the cabins. He'll find me, just like he found everyone else there. I won't be able to escape. I was lucky the first time. I heard footsteps behind me. Time to pick up the pace.

I keep running. My lungs feel like they're on fire. It's painful, but I've endured worst. I just keeping running.

I would have been fine, but my vital mistake was tripping over a root. When I got back up, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. "Come on, di Angelo," the voice said.

"No!" I yelled. "I don't wanna go!"

"You must," the voice said, laughing at my struggling.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

"I'M NOT GONNA SING!" I yelled. "I'm not going to the campfire! Don't take me there like you did everybody else!"

Will laughed in my ear. "You gotta sing. Doctors Orders."

"No!" I yelled, trying to struggle free from his hug.

Will chuckled as he picked me up on his back. "You're coming with me!"

"Nooooo!" I yelled as he brutally carried me to my death. "Have a heart, Will!"

"Never!" He said as he continued to carry me.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I asked as Will plopped me down by the campfire.

"Sing," Will commanded.

"No," I said.

Will got a sly smirk on his face.

"If you sing," he said, "I'll give you this." He held up something that looked a pure gold.

A McDonald's Happy Meal.

I grumbled something unintelligible. Probably saying that I don't wanna sing.

I sang.

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(A/N) Yeah... HAPPY MEALS SAVE LIVES, PEOPLE!

That isn't a true fact.

Yes it is.

No.

Yes.

Fine.

Yay.

(I did not just have a conversation with myself...)

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Urz Truly,
Rose~