into the van.
Her eyes are wild and bloody drool leaks down her chin.
Once Steph settles down, Crystal says, “She’s messed up.”
“Take her back to the cabin,” Kevin says. “I’ll go
down the mountain and call for help.”
“We’re coming with you,” Crystal says.
“You’re not going to drag her all the way down the
mountain in the dark,” he says. “Either take her back to the
cabin or wait here. I’ll go as fast as I can.”
Kevin turns and jogs away from them.
“Wait,” Crystal calls out, holding back Stephanie
from getting into the van. It seems to her that Stephanie
is trying to crawl through the van so that she can go with
Kevin. “I need your help.”
Kevin doesn’t stop.
“I’ll get help as soon as I can,” he says.
Crystal calls out again, but he’s already gone.
When Jason gets to the section of cliff directly under
the cabin, he searches the area for the creature’s body. He
doesn’t find anything. He moves slowly and quietly, point-
ing his gun at every branch that blows in the breeze and ev-
ery frog that croaks. He combs the area foot by foot, but
there’s nothing. No blood. No bodies.
He doesn’t know what he’s going to do if the gray
man is still alive. He has put several bullets in his chest,
one in his brain, one in the fetus’ brain. If that mixed with
a twenty story drop isn’t enough to kill the creature then he
doesn’t know what is.
After nearly half an hour of searching, Jason does
find a body. He finds Rick’s corpse up in the trees. It never
hit the ground. Rick was impaled by a thick pine branch
pointing straight up from the tree’s trunk like an index fin-
ger with a long pointed fingernail. The branch went into
Rick’s new vagina, cut through his body, and came out of his
mouth. His body slid several feet down the pole of wood,
turning him into a human kebob. Jason cringes at the sight
of his friend’s corpse, but he does not look away. He pre-
tends not to be bothered by it, even though it is the most dis-
turbing thing he’s ever seen. It looks incredibly painful. He
tries not to imagine how painful his death must have been,
hoping that Rick died instantly and didn’t suffer for very
long like that. He wonders if his dad would approve of him
hoping that his friend didn’t suffer.
There’s no sign of Desdemona’s body, but he does
see a pile of bloody pine needles ten feet away from him.
Jason limps over to the pile and examines the blood. He
touches it to make sure it is real. There is a trail of blood
leading away from this spot. It goes towards the river.
Jason takes a deep breath. He doesn’t know how, but
the thing must still be alive. That is, unless there is another
one of them out in these woods who dragged the gray man’s
body away. He decides to follow the blood.
One way or another , he thinks, I’m going to kill that
thing for good.
Desdemona is in midair, hanging from the balcony
of the cabin, holding on for her life. She didn’t fall all the
way to the ground with the others. As she fell, a strand of her
intestine hooked onto the wooden rail and saved her from the
drop. She is surprised that her intestine is able to hold her
weight. She is surprised that she is still alive at all.
Her hands slip down her intestine as she tries to
climb it, holding on with as tight of a grip as possible so
that she doesn’t slide so far that more of her innards will be
pulled out of her abdomen. She tries to focus on climbing.
She tries not to think about Rick. She watched in agony as
her boyfriend and the gray man slipped out of her grasp and
fell to their deaths. She heard Rick cry out to her as he fell,
but there was nothing she could do. She was lucky to have
survived herself.
She also tries to block Jason out of her mind. Every
time she thinks of Jason she gets so angry that it distracts her
from climbing. She wants to kill Jason for shooting Rick.
She
Her eyes are wild and bloody drool leaks down her chin.
Once Steph settles down, Crystal says, “She’s messed up.”
“Take her back to the cabin,” Kevin says. “I’ll go
down the mountain and call for help.”
“We’re coming with you,” Crystal says.
“You’re not going to drag her all the way down the
mountain in the dark,” he says. “Either take her back to the
cabin or wait here. I’ll go as fast as I can.”
Kevin turns and jogs away from them.
“Wait,” Crystal calls out, holding back Stephanie
from getting into the van. It seems to her that Stephanie
is trying to crawl through the van so that she can go with
Kevin. “I need your help.”
Kevin doesn’t stop.
“I’ll get help as soon as I can,” he says.
Crystal calls out again, but he’s already gone.
When Jason gets to the section of cliff directly under
the cabin, he searches the area for the creature’s body. He
doesn’t find anything. He moves slowly and quietly, point-
ing his gun at every branch that blows in the breeze and ev-
ery frog that croaks. He combs the area foot by foot, but
there’s nothing. No blood. No bodies.
He doesn’t know what he’s going to do if the gray
man is still alive. He has put several bullets in his chest,
one in his brain, one in the fetus’ brain. If that mixed with
a twenty story drop isn’t enough to kill the creature then he
doesn’t know what is.
After nearly half an hour of searching, Jason does
find a body. He finds Rick’s corpse up in the trees. It never
hit the ground. Rick was impaled by a thick pine branch
pointing straight up from the tree’s trunk like an index fin-
ger with a long pointed fingernail. The branch went into
Rick’s new vagina, cut through his body, and came out of his
mouth. His body slid several feet down the pole of wood,
turning him into a human kebob. Jason cringes at the sight
of his friend’s corpse, but he does not look away. He pre-
tends not to be bothered by it, even though it is the most dis-
turbing thing he’s ever seen. It looks incredibly painful. He
tries not to imagine how painful his death must have been,
hoping that Rick died instantly and didn’t suffer for very
long like that. He wonders if his dad would approve of him
hoping that his friend didn’t suffer.
There’s no sign of Desdemona’s body, but he does
see a pile of bloody pine needles ten feet away from him.
Jason limps over to the pile and examines the blood. He
touches it to make sure it is real. There is a trail of blood
leading away from this spot. It goes towards the river.
Jason takes a deep breath. He doesn’t know how, but
the thing must still be alive. That is, unless there is another
one of them out in these woods who dragged the gray man’s
body away. He decides to follow the blood.
One way or another , he thinks, I’m going to kill that
thing for good.
Desdemona is in midair, hanging from the balcony
of the cabin, holding on for her life. She didn’t fall all the
way to the ground with the others. As she fell, a strand of her
intestine hooked onto the wooden rail and saved her from the
drop. She is surprised that her intestine is able to hold her
weight. She is surprised that she is still alive at all.
Her hands slip down her intestine as she tries to
climb it, holding on with as tight of a grip as possible so
that she doesn’t slide so far that more of her innards will be
pulled out of her abdomen. She tries to focus on climbing.
She tries not to think about Rick. She watched in agony as
her boyfriend and the gray man slipped out of her grasp and
fell to their deaths. She heard Rick cry out to her as he fell,
but there was nothing she could do. She was lucky to have
survived herself.
She also tries to block Jason out of her mind. Every
time she thinks of Jason she gets so angry that it distracts her
from climbing. She wants to kill Jason for shooting Rick.
She
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