Novel & Cerita Suicide Forest

Habang nakadungaw sa bintana ay napaisip ako bigla. "Ilang araw na ang lumipas di ko na ulit napanaginipan ang dark forest na yun" Ang nasabi ko sa aking isipan habang nakatingin ako sa malayo. "Dalawang araw pa ang bibilangin bago sumapit ang aking kaarawan" Sabi ko na mahina ang boses.

Inangat ko ang ulo upang tingnan siya at sinalubong ako ng kulay luntiang mga mata. His eyes reminded me the color of a deep green forest that I left on my hometown. The entry to it was declared forbidden by the government. It was due to the rumore that spread that that forest eats any person who enters it. And at night it is said that villagers who lived near it can hear the cries of the dead. Since then, it was dubbed as "The Phantom Forest".

I'm still not there, yet I am facing already my own death by walking. "Chill. Malapit na tayo," he said. Patuloy lang siyang naglalakad kaya wala akong nagawa kundi ang magtiis. This is hell. I didn't see wild animals in this forest and that made me peculiar. Yeah, I'm always curious even in just small things. But this scene is making me suspect anything. Even if they take good care this forest, there will still be wild animals that was surrounded in this area. But the reality, by the look of this forest, they didn't take good care of it, not even for once.

Hindi nya kasi maiwasang ma-imagine ang mangyari. “I saw everything,” matalim ang boses nito. “The blood… the way his body dropped… the sound of it hitting the floor.” Mistulang sinasakal si Suzy sa kanyang naririnig. Paano naranasan ng batang musmos ang karumal dumal na ganon! “N-nasaan na ang ninong mo ngayon?” hirap niyang tanong. “Some said he committed suicide—”

[Ang Bangin ng Katotohanan] Ang tunog ng pagpunit ng asero laban sa mga bato ay tila isang malupit na simponya ng kamatayan. Habang ang armored SUV ay bumubulusok sa madilim na bangin ng Swiss Alps, ang mundo nina Michael Miller at Maya Vance ay naging isang malabo at marahas na paikot-ikot na imahe ng niyebe, salamin, at apoy.

Fang nodded, "Naiintindihan ko." Matapos ni Frost kumain ay nag-iwan lang siya ng gold coins sa mesa tsaka linisan ang kainan na yun. Her next destination is the forest. Tinignan niya ang papalubog na araw. Hudyat na malapit ng gumabi. "Needs to finish this before midnight." ani Frost at tinahak ang daan papasok sa mapanganib na kagubatan. Frost couldn't help but be amazed by this forest. This forest has a mysterious atmosphere. It looks dangerous and even has a scent of death. But it did not faze Frost to do her thing. This kind of atmosphere only excites Frost.

I wanteth to knoweth if 't be true thou art doing well in the palace. "I'm doing well, Sushi. Thank you for asking. I cannot deny that I am uncomfortable that I am here. But I know I will be able to get through." Tugon ko kay Sushi at sa pagsabi nun ay bigla ko naman naalala ang isang napaka-importanteng bagay. "Sushi, the tree of life...Can you tell me what's the cause of it's death?" Tumingin naman si Sushi sa puno ng buhay. His glistening eyes are scrutinizing the dead tree.

Napasinghap ako, napakasariwa ng hangin. Naglakad ako papalapit sa ilog kasabay ang mga makukulay na paru-paru nakapalibot sa akin. Nakangiti pa ako habang masayang ninamnam ang tahimik na paligid. Not until the images of a peaceful place turn into a burning forest. Nagtatakbuhan ang mga hayop, the trees are burning. Ang usok na nanunoot sa ilong ko. Everything is like hell. I gasp. I stepped back when I heard a nonstop gunshot out from nowhere. People screaming, children crying, and men shouting in unison. It's like they having a war in this place.

Although, it wasn’t enough to kill all of them, but it bought us time. Day after day of supply runs, it felt like we were winning. But victories were short-lived. Due to scarce resources, we had to relocate our supply run deep into Ampacao Forest by the end of June. This is a place where the trees grew taller than rooftops and the underbrush swallowed our tracks whole. The kind of place that smelled like moss and rain and stayed quiet, even when the wind moved. Perfect for lying low. Perfect for not dying. “Think Milo likes me?” Mat joked one morning as the drone zipped past to scan the trees.