Your entire body screams at you to turn around and go home, but instead you get back on your bike and pedal fast, following the skeleton. The rocky desert area transforms into a sea of wood. Besides your breathing and the creaking of your bike, the only sounds are the faint chirpings of birds and crickets.
You can barely make out the faint form of the skeleton a few hundred feet in front of you, just close enough for you to continue following it. Eventually, you lose sight of it and after a few feet, you understand why.
The road you have been following now splits into two smaller lanes, just big enough for a car, and you stand at a crossroads. Both roads continue into the forest. It looks as though the right lane may have been used recently by a cyclist—perhaps the skeleton you have been following—but it is difficult to tell. The left lane holds no indicators of any kind.
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