Lost. That's how she felt. Melissa looked around at the trees that surrounded her. They all looked the same. She sat down at the bottom of the biggest one, tears falling from her hazel eyes. Her head fell into her hands, her dark hair falling over her face. She was wearing a pair of Dark Blue jeans, a blue T-shirt and a button down the front blue plaid shirt tied in front, and a pair of socks and hiking boots on her feet. On the skin that showed, she had bruises, scrapes and cuts, all from today, all from wandering lost through the woods.<br/><br/>The police were calling in people from the town close to the camping grounds. There was a missing camper and they needed to find her before dark. Once the darkness fell, all bets were off and she would probably freeze from the cold that was going to hit once the sun fell.<br/><br/>"Please listen people. We have 4 hours left to find her before the sun sets. Her name is Melissa and she is 18 years old. She has dark hair and hazel eyes. An hour ago, her friends noticed that she was missing from the group and they think that she might have gotten separated from them while they were hiking. We need to find her quickly."<br/><br/>A large search party was quickly made and split up into smaller groups. Each group was given a blanket, bottle water, a flashlight and a walkie talkie.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2055" data-username="@Unleashed" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2055/">@Unleashed</a>