"Ha.." Fred shifted nervously for a moment before grabbing Oz's arm and pulling him away frantically, "Sorry to dissapoint!" He shouted, sprinting off with Oz in tow as quickly as he could manage. Although he was a thin man, Fred had surprisingly abnormal agility, but his strength left much to be desired. He could barely manage to uproot Oz if he wasn't willing to follow, let alone tear him across the entire forest.

	A flurry of small red humanoid creatures with pointed tails crawled out of the thickets like spidermonkies, hissing wildly and bearing their sharpened, gnarled fangs. Their eyes were black as soot, and revealed killing intent. However, despite their tiny body frames, no larger than a child, they did not travel in groups. A quick scan would reveal only 5 of the small creatures, but at the rate at which they began moving, it became clear that outrunning them, or outmaneuvering them, would be difficult. How the hell did Fred survive so long out here on his own?