Joshua was sure that the howl was to frighten him off. But he couldn't just leave when he heard someone else out here. He must have been closer than what he thought because he heard a loud noise like someone falling. He didn't want to risk calling out because it might backfire on him. He tried to walked in the direction of where the sound came from and wound up falling in the a ditch. When he opened his eyes he saw the guy with the cructh. "Thank God I found someone I know. Are you okay?"
James opened his eyes. Had that been a howl in the distance? Probably coyotes... He stood, walking over to the main desk and catching the eye of a manager of the place. How long waas I out?
"Excuse me, I'd like to get ahold of local police, have one of them meet me here, tell them the agents they requested have arrived, please. And try to be quick about it." He walked back to his chair, not even remembering why he hadn't taken a room for himself, as well. Suddenly he was wishing himself back home. The manager walked over to a phone, dialing a number James couldn't catch from where he was and speaking inaudibly into it. He assumed that the officer would be there soon, but if not, they'd have to take to the town on their own to hunt out the kids... Which bothered him. Ghost town or no, it was huge, and finding them could take days if they had no guide. He wondered if his partner had thought of that?
He shook it off. Seniority over him or not, she'd been a bit full of herself and the job, so had he really been out of line? What did it matter what she thought of anything, anyway? She seemed more worried about appearance, from what he'd seen, than about those kids or teachers. And while he'd been quick to dismiss it as bus issues, he still found himself hoping that it wasn't anything worse. Especially after all those rumors as of late...
Death is a wonderful thing... The beginning of an endless journey, to sands of white, to old family and friends, to places full of milk and honey. Death is bliss, Death is Paradise.
Yeah, right; and my name's Oprah.
Alex stirred, his eyes darting from wall to wall. The only thing that was in the room in front of him was a table, which held gruesome looking tools, covered in what looked to be coagulated blood. But one tool, a saw of sorts, was covered in fresh blood.
That's when the pain hit.
With a scream, Alex observed, stunned, that he was missing his pinky and ring finger on his left hand. Not only that, but he was hanging on some slab of wood, his hands nailed into it, outstretched... A cross.
With great effort, and immense pain, Alex slowly slid his palms out of the nails that held him in place, and dropped down to the floor, sobbing.
What the hell is happening? Where is everyone? Why am I here?
Alex quickly shoved the coming screams down his throat, and got up to look around. The only light source was a dim, flickering light bulb hanging overhead, but with it Alex made out the outline of a door, and slowly crept over to it. There were no windows, so Alex pressed his ear lightly to the wood, listening for any signs of human-or otherwise dangerous-presence. With a firm nod to reassure himself, he slid the lock open-... Wait.
The door was locked from the inside.
That meant...
The assailant was still here.
With a piercing scream, Alex dove for the table, grabbing the saw that was used to cut off his fingers, and turned over. At the same time, a huge, bulking figure tackled him, and gave a gargled roar, and then a loud shriek. He'd landed square on the saw, and it pierced his neck. Alex groaned as the man's blood spewed from the wound, and drenched Alex in a blanket of red liquid. With a great shove, and extreme throbbing from his left hand, Alex heaved the man off of him, and grabbed the only other weapon on the table, a machete. Without hesitating, he pulled open the door, and ran, his hair like a wild, multicolored blur.
For what seemed like multiple eternities piled together, Alex ran, until something caught his foot and he fell over. A blanket of excruciating pain wrapped itself around his leg, and Alex looked down to find his ankle enveloped in a bear trap. Sobbing, he pulled himself up, put his left leg on one unhinger, and pressed down on the other with his right hand, until he could pull his leg free. As soon as it was, the trap snapped shut again. Alex sat there for a moment, watching his leg bleed, and finally took off his shirt, tearing a strip off and tying it just above his knee, He prayed that would slow the bleeding, seeing as how his adrenaline had been used up, but it had also practically stopped the bleeding of his fingers.
With that, Alex pushed himself up and limped, his face still drenched in blood, on until he heard a howl.
It was close.
Coyote or not, it'd smell the blood, so Alex turned the opposite direction, limping on. For a couple minutes, Alex limped, until he heard the sound of rushing water. Ecstatic, he found the source, a wide stream, shallow enough for him to cross. This would throw off his sent for any pursuing animal, and he slowly waded through, reaching the other side within the minute At that moment, an idea struck him. He found the nearest tree, and jumped up to hang on the first branch, groaning as he pulled himself up, and then he started to climb. It wasn't a fairly tall tree, but tall enough to keep away from any animals... Except for bears. They didn't have bears here, right? Alex found himself a comfortable notch to sit in, and under the cover of the branches, he'd wait for nightfall before he decided to do anything.
From far away, all Alex looked like was a neon green spot in a tree.
Originally posted by android217"And how do you suppose we get out of here?You're not the only one who's being chased by whatever is out there. You don't see my leg. I just barely got away from some kind of monster. And what happened to the rest of the people that came on this hell bound field trip?"
"No! I've been through hell," Donny whispered. "There's something stalking me ." Suddenly he could hear the rev of a chainsaw. "Let's get out of here!" Donny pushed himself and gained his balance with the crutch.
another howl resonated through the woods, then a second, then a third. all of a sudden, 20 wolves, all from different packs, lurked on the very edges of the clearing. they snarled viciously, coming from the sound of carls howl. they left a single path, the one to franks cabin, open, attempting to make him flee. carl headed the pack, but stayed back in the darkness. "leave now or die. you can not kill all of us." he howled again.
Melrose check that the guns on her shoulder holsters were cleaned, working properly and loaded. She slipped into the holsters and reached into her bag for her two little knives.
She sat on bed and slipped the two blades into the sheaths that were attached to each of her ankles and pulled the leg of her jeans down. She grabbed her brown bomber jacket and slipped in on then she walked to the mirror grabbing a brush and brushing her hair into a ponytail. To finish the look she grabbed her baseball cap and pulled the ponytail through it. Then she grabbed her last blade and tucked it into her waistband of her jeans and reached on her bed to grab her backpack.
The contents of her bad were as follows, a water flask, some energy bars, a basic first aid kit, a map and her swiss army knife.
She took a swig of her coffee and closed the hotel door. She signed as she walked to the hotel lobby.