Buried alive

BANG! Smoke filled the atmosphere as Sally and Trent ran for there life’s through the thick woods. Unsure of what was shooting at them, they weren't willing to stop to have a look. There life’s were flashing in front of them as they knew this was it for them, they new this was the last seconds of there life’s. They had some distance on the person that was shooting at them, so whilst running they kept there eyes peeled for a good hiding spot. Trent pulled Sally into a large hole like figure and pulled a large piece of bark across the top to kept there hide out hidden. The hole was on an angle so if someone stepped on it they wouldn’t fall directly down and discover them. They both sat there panting heavily, trying to catch there breath. Reality snapped back in. They were hiding from someone trying to kill them, A murderer. They heard foot steps and the noise of branches breaking above there head. Sally was holding her breath and Trent was getting ready to defend them both. Who knew a cute little camping trip with your boyfriend would turn out like this.

The both sat in silence, petrified of what was going to happen next. Trent peeped through a small hole on the side of the bark, he couldn’t see anyone or anything. There path was clear, they had to leave now before it was to late. We knew we would be found sooner or later so we diced to move, In complete silence they bolted back from the direction they came from looking for the edge of the wood where there chances of seeing other people are higher. They felt like they where running for hour’s, they were really tired but they weren't willing to stop for any reason. THUMP! Sally hit the ground. Hard. She had tripped on a large long stick. The stick ad pierced through her leg. She cried in agony, Trent stop immediately and removed the stick. It had gone in at lease 6 centimeters and just missed the bone. Sally was unable to walk. Trent carefully ripped his shirt and tied it around the wounded area. Trent lifted up Sally a continued looking for the edge of the woods. There pace dropped dramatically and they were going walking speed.

Not knowing if there shooter was tracing there footsteps, Trent chose the a direction with heaps of leaves covering the ground. They had been walking for hours until suddenly they were back where the started, right near the hole. It was getting dark so Trent decided they were going to sleep in the hole for the night. 

In the morning Trent woke up, alone. Sally was missing and he knew she had been taken because she couldn’t walk. He got out of the hole. They knew where he was. He was freaking out, He looked at the sun and judged the time being around 2:00pm. He couldn’t believe he has slept through the hole night. He put one hand on the back of his neck and looked down, He felt a sharp pain. The back of his neck was sore to touch, something had been injected in the back of his neck. A needle. He fainted. He woke up tied to a chair, in a dark room. He screamed for help there was no reply, he tried again still no reply. Giving up he looked down and rested his head on his chest. The door swung open and the hinges squeaked. There was a man, Standing with a gun. He untied him from the chair but he left his hand tied up. He pulled him out of the room and walking him down a long narrow hallway. He begged to be let go but the man didn’t say anything. Final they had reached there destination. A small white room inside was a coffin. Trent tried to fight the man of him but the man had a strong built.He was pushed into the coffin and put into the back of a car. Trent screamed as loud as he could but nobody heard him. Trent was buried alive.

Reviews

[JohnKal]

That's a scary story!! Well done! I think, though, that the last paragraph is somewhat confusing, especially in the point where the transition from the forest to the room is made. But I don't think it's that important. Very good!!!

[t&l_louise]

Hahaha, good job :) x