Disregarding the mud on his clothes, the little boy took advantage of the last light to pluck two pieces of wood from the ground in hopes of building a fire.

Fortunately, his father had taught him how to make fire using two pieces of wood rubbed against each other.

However, he had never once tried it before. Despite his best efforts, the poor boy was unable to make fire.

Without heat from the fire, he would surely freeze to death. Not only did he need the heat, but he also hoped that it would help to signal to the people who were looking for him and his brother.

Strange unknown noises from afar took him by surprise from time to time, reminding him that he wasn't exempt of fear. However, he knew that it would be pointless to be afraid. The forest was too dark from him to proceed on foot.

The weather began to turn colder and colder as the icy winds swept the forest. Poor little Boswell trembled under a big tree, thinking about the warmth in his parent's embrace, the delicious food cooked by his grandparents and the Laughter of his brothers.

He began to sob in a low voice at first, and then he burst into tears, wailing out in the serenity of the night.

Boswell didn't know how long he had cried when suddenly he saw a helicopter in the sky.

Unfortunately, the people in the helicopter flew past him when they couldn't see him because he was under a big tree.

The next moment, he heard a loud bang, like the sound of a gunshot. He wasn't sure if he was right until he heard it again. This time he was sure that it was a gunshot.

The fact that there was a gunshot meant that someone else had joined them in this forest. Maybe his father had sent someone to rescue him, or maybe the gangsters had called in reinforcements. Whatever it was,

Boswell was too afraid to sit around all by himself. He had to follow the sound and find the others first, before they found him.

He heard a voice coming from ahead of him. Gritting his teeth, he stood up and listened closely to find the source of the voice under the dim moonlight.

The forest was home to many pesky critters scurrying back and forth.

The boy would sometimes catch a squirrel running into the bushes from time to time and sometimes he would catch a pheasant running to hide itself from him.

Boswell told himself that even though it was dark out there, he had no reason to be afraid, unless it was a giant beast.

Suddenly, he could hear buzzing sounds from above. He looked up in confusion and found a drone with lights on.

The people sitting in the helicopter might not have seen him, but the drone was flying low enough to spot him from where he was.

Boswell was thrilled. He waved his hands and shouted at the drone,

“Hey! I'm here! I'm here!" The boy jumped and jumped, making sure he was loud enough to attract attention.

Unfortunately, that was when what he had been fearing all along finally came true.

Boswell was too focused on the drone in the air to notice any sudden movements around him. He kept shouting happily, “Dad, I‘m here! Can you see me? I'm here..."

When he realized that the drone couldn't hear him, he stopped shouting.

Just as he closed his mouth, he heard an unexpected noise around him.

All of a sudden, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by a pair of sinister eyes.