A Different Wilderness

My heart raced as we approached the bush. Could it possibly, by some miracle, be our lost friend Brad. I knew Colin was thinking the same thing. We stood, almost with our faces in the tall bush, and I whispered, "Brad?". There was a slight movement, which gave me hope. 

"Brad, it's Carter, it's fine". After another rustle in the bush, I was thrilled to see Brad emerge. I almost ran to give him a man-hug, but then, I became confused to see his current state. Given, we had spent 4 days in the wilderness, but Colin and I didn't look nearly as roughed up as our friend. His clothes were torn almost to shreds and it looked as if he had taken a good amount of mud baths. 

"Brad, what the hell happened to you?" Colin spat. Brad didn't say a word. He just stared at us. We stood there staring at each other for a long time. Then, all of a sudden, we heard a noise, a scream, and by the look on Colin's face, he was surprised to. We looked around to see where it came from. When we looked back to Brad, he was gone. 

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