Watch Out for the Log!

Two and a half hours. So far.
 
The sweat knows no bounds. Perspire? HA! Expire, more like it!
 
But I can’t die right now. I have to live to kill Thomas!
 
 
“See the picnic tables ahead?” Candace points to some white tables off in the distance. “We’ll stop for a breather.”
 
They look a mile away. They might even be moving further away from us.
 
At least I’m not the only one who’s tired. Our leader has shot ahead – just a little – but I’m next! Everyone else is sort of clumped right behind me.
 
Must. Reach. White. Tables.
 
That’s a pretty big log to be so close to the path. Wh…
 
SCREAM! Amy, don’t… Oh, crap!
 
Tripping, falling…
 
More screams.

Pile-up.