“Ah!” I exclaim, as I slip into a hole. My ankle rolls and I gasp, falling over.
“You ‘right?” my friend asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “Rolled my ankle.” I clutch it as the pain gradually ebbs away. “Let’s keep going.” I grunt slightly as I stand.
I shine my torch on the hole, and am surprised to see that I fell into a deep footprint – one of many leading up to the top of the hill. I point my torch at the top. It illuminates a huge figure, which turns around and charges when it sees the torch beam.