7 June 2012
I started to follow the paw prints, walking rather than running as thoughts began springing into my head.
Where had "It" gone? Why wasn't I dead already? Survival was a distant thought as I continued walking beside the paw prints, clearly shown on the muddy path, losing track of time.
I stopped. Noises, distant at first. It sounded like... I couldn't make out. Could these noises be "It?" I crept forwards, the noises becoming more audible with every step.
A shout came from behind me. "There you are, thank God!" It was the woman from the group last night, who had woken me up. She rushed towards me, squeezing me with a hug, before scolding me with an angry glare.
"Where did you go last night?! We've set up just in front of you temporarily, just resting up before moving on again. Are you even listening to me?" She asked, giving me another angry look.
But I wasn't. Realisation of the true horror of the situation had hit me like a steam train, leaving me speechless. "It" was in the camp. Hidden to everyone. Waiting, to pounce and cause even more devastation.
I had to do something, to tell someone. This nightmare had gone on long enough. It was time to end this.
What Is Going On? Part 9 • Opuss № I