Christian grabs at the grass, pulling himself forward by sheer force of will. He crawls along the ground, sliding through bushes and undergrowth with his clothes being snagged and torn the whole way. He peered out to see the trees continuing their pursuit, one even extending a branch to stab him directly in the eye. He screamed, tears leaking from his one good eye as the other eye was held out on the thin branch before him. “R-red… I don’t know if I can make this story have a good ending,” he whimpers, but continues to crawl his way forward until he comes across a familiar house made out of candy and treats.