Chapter 3: A Chilling Breeze Under Towering Trees

A Chapter by Caitlin Nicole

I’m walking through the woods. Its’ cold. Way too cold. I don’t know how I’m going to make it. The wind is making my ears and nose burn. I have to take a break. I sit against a tall pine tree. The ground is soggy and my clothes are now too.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t go back now. I’m sure Greg has opened the bag of ranch Doritos by now. My note lying on top of the fat filled chips.

I recuperated and got up and kept on my way to the police station. You want to know why I am going to the police station? I’m not going to reveal that to you that easy. Just keep reading.

Wet, slimy drops slip of the leaves of the tall trees above me. I look up and I can’t even see the stars or the moon. Oh, how I hate this place. And suddenly I remember how good of a decision it was for me to leave.

I’m almost out of the woods. I can see the street lights! As I walk closer I realize that they aren’t street lights at all. What are they?! They’re almost blinding me!

I cover my eyes with one hand and hold my palm out with the other. I walk closer.

There’s a roar of an engine. The loudest one I’ve ever heard. Louder than Greg’s Harley. It sounded like a motor of a race car. In the dead silence of these woods, anything might sound extremely loud though.

The high beams go off and I adjust my eyes to see a woman in the passenger seat sobbing. The car was destroyed . It looked like it had just gone through a deadly accident. The wind shield was in ruins atop the hood of the car and in front of it.

I walk closer, closer to the car. I step on glittery specks of glass and listen to them crunch beneath my shoes. The passenger window of the car was smashed. Nothing left of it. The only remnants of it were in chunks on the crying woman who I now realize was cradling a baby. I look into the car at the baby. This didn’t look like a baby at all. Its head was deformed. It looked like a monster. A twelve pound monster. Its face was oozing crimson and black. I didn’t even see a right leg on it. On the left leg was a light blue booty that looked like it had been stitched for the monster. Was this really an infant or was it a mutant?

The woman’s face pained me to look at. I felt her pain. Her sobs were as uneven as the mutant’s arms. She was crying but tears of blood. She was so beautiful. I could see the beauty under the cuts and bruises all over her face. She kept rocking the mutant and acted like I wasn’t even there.

“My baby! My baby!” she cried, “Sweet Jacob! My baby!”

All of the sudden she gasped and as she looked toward the drivers seat. She screamed at the top of her lungs and flung the door open knocking me to the ground.

I watch her run from the muddy forest floor to something with the “baby” still in her arms. She reached where she was going and dropped to her knees and screamed. She sobbed over what I identified now as a dead man’s body.

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