Arnold's Rage

Wayne's POV

I pushed the door open and the sun ray almost blinded me. As I hoped, the door led outside, and I was finally out of the dungeon.

But I could not even tell where I was at first. There were so many trees around that I could barely tell if this was a good idea anymore.

“Now, how in the world am I supposed to make my way back to the horse?” I asked myself.

I stared around for a while but noticed nothing. After staring around to see if there's anything worth noticing, I sighed and started walking, facing a random direction.

There was a small path and I just followed it in silence. After a short while, there didn't seem to be anything ahead yet. I was just walking and shaking tiredly. “How long do I even have to continue walking. It looks like it's been hours!” I exclaimed.

I suddenly halted when I heard a voice from a distance. The echoes went silent again, and I couldn't tell what side the voices came from.

“I think it was that way. But if it wasn't, that means I