It was cold, and it was dim; a light breeze making the humanâs job ten times more difficult in his current situation.
Dangling a good 20 feet from the ground in a net was a young man and a small child, the blond man was gradually attempting to haul them up the length of the rope to reach the branch they were hung from and hopefully dislodge them. It didnât help they hadnât eaten in a while and the freezing air made what little muscle he had stiff.
âH-Hannah... not to be mean or anything but- can you not wiggle your legs right now?!â James asked through clenched teeth, the child stopping as soon as asked.
âSorry Daddy, how long do you think weâre gonna be stuck before someone finds us?â the little girl queried, peering up at her father who was sweating with effort.
âNo clue- i-if theyâre anything like the monsterâs w-weâve met- Iâd prefer not to meet them!â her father replied, his palms burned from the rough surface of the rope and he was running out of puff. He just needed to get them to the branch....