Where those who followed
Would be seen no more.
The wind whistled through the trees
Echoing across with the slightest breeze.
Ebenizah led his willful nag
Until tripping on a snag
He fell face first
In the muddy earth.
“Rebecca, save yourself”, he cried
Unable to rise as hard as he tried.
The cold sent shivers
Down the backs of the motley crew.
But all were assuaged by Sarah’s jerky stew.
Then Jeremy picked up a walking stick
Defiantly refusing to be licked.
Slashing the branches to carve a path
They yielded docilely to his wrath.
The sun set in a fiery blaze
As yet to yield an exit to the maze.
But then… day break
After a fitful sleep
Survivor will continue this time next week.