Monica Osborn

Sticks Monica Osborn

In a rural section of Southern Indiana, locals often noted the vibrant green color of the forest. Some said it remained so much of the year. Even well into the cold months of the fall. Those foolish enough to venture within would relate how misfortune or injury seemed to find them, and there was the man who often met them and warned them away. There was a certain mystery to the forest. It had always been that way for as long as anyone could remember. A logging company was nearing the forests western border. Until now, the company they worked for managed to secure any tract of forest land they wanted. As they worked ever closer, the forest and those within it were becoming more aware of them. The old master of the forest recently died, and a new man was now in charge. This man was a former Green Beret Special Forces Officer. He accepted the position there just as those before him. His job. Protect the forest and those within at all costs. He wouldn't hesitate to do so.