The Hatchet Narrative

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The wind was rustling the leaves of the trees in the bright moonlight as I was following behind Axton. He said he needed my help with something and the next thing I knew he handed me a hatchet. We just kept moving deeper and deeper into the woods. “ Are we almost there yet?” “ We’re pretty close, just don’t freak out,” Axton calmly answered me. We keep moving and I started to feel extremely uncomfortable. It couldn’t place the feeling, it wasn’t fear, it wasn’t concern, it was just strange. Axton swiftly ran in front of me and lifted a blanket off of a figure and threw it at me. I caught it, but in the process I accidently cut my hand on the hatchet. The blood gathered on the blanket or I thought it did, until I noticed there was already

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