Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

uncovering a track that stretched across the road and went off into the field in both
directions. It took him a moment to speak; it was as though the earth itself had tried to
conceal it from them. Be careful, he thought with a minor pang of alarm, but he brushed
aside the feeling. “I think we found your tracks,” he said, looking up at Charlie, but she
was nowhere in sight. “Charlie?” He took a quick look up and down the road, but there
were no cars. “Charlie!” He called again, waving the dust away from his face and
racing to catch up. When he reached her he hung back a little, afraid to disturb her
intense focus.
There was a cluster of trees up ahead, gathered together as though around a
campfire, tall and short, and thick and scraggly. Charlie dragged her foot along the track
as she walked, as if it might vanish if she ceased to touch it.
“What is that, an old station?” John asked, squinting and blocking the sun with
his hand. There was a long building nestled in the trees, its color blending in with the
small grove, making it difficult to spot.
The tracks veered away, heading off toward the mountains, and Charlie
stopped dragging her foot along them, letting them go. John finally caught up and they
walked through the dry grass together toward the grove of trees, not far away now.
“There has to be a road.” Charlie strayed almost randomly, heading away from
the building. John hesitated.
“But…” He gestured toward the building, then followed her, looking back to
make sure he knew the way back to the car. Before long, the ground leveled out beneath
their feet. Old pavement, broken with weeds and mounds of crumbling rock stretched
across the field in a narrow, almost hidden path, leading once again toward the small
******ebook converter DEMO Watermarks*******