Cum For Bigfoot 12 by Virginia Wade Page B

he spun around growling. His
teeth were bloodstained. I recoiled, stepping into Leonard. His arm
went around me.
    “Whhooaarrrr…” the leader of the apes
howled.
    “Bubba!” cried Leslie. “They took Wolfie!
They took our baby!”
    As the shock of her statement dawned on his
face, he began to shake with anger. His eyes bulged from his head,
and his breath came out in puffs of steam. “Ggggrrroooaaarrrr…”
    Leonard spoke in a language I did not
understand, with grunts and hand gestures. He was trying to calm
him down. I glanced into the pit, seeing six or more men, dressed
in black pants, jackets, gloves, and masks. The body of another had
yet to be deposited. I bent to examine him, feeling in his pockets.
I retrieved an item that looked slightly bigger than a cell
phone.
    Leslie was by my side. “That’s a satellite
phone. Oh, thank God. I hope the damn thing works. We gotta call
Dr. Haynes and Mike. They need to know what happened.”
    “Who are they?” I continued to search the
man, digging through every pocket I could find. I pulled his mask
off, revealing a face covered in blood. His skull had been crushed.
I recoiled, falling on my butt, trying to get away from the
gruesome image.
    As the apes argued, Leslie withdrew a small
white card from an inner pocket of his jacket. “Got something.”
Being dark, it was difficult to read, so she shoved it in her
pants. “I’m freezing. Let’s get back to the cave.”
    Bubba stomped angrily, flinging the body into
the pit. “Last one,” he said gruffly. “We bury now.”
    Tate began to throw dirt; he stood with his
feet apart, his hands like shovels, the earth flying between his
knees. Bubba and Leonard joined him, and they made quick work,
displacing a fair amount of ground to hide the evidence. The storm
would cover the area in a thick blanket of snow, and, by spring,
the ground would look as if it had never been disturbed.
    Leslie and I made our way through the forest,
leaving them to their business, but the conditions were rapidly
worsening. I could hardly see two feet before me; the snow was
nearly blinding. We managed to find the path, but at least five
inches of white powder had fallen already. Zelda was waiting for us
when we returned.
    “I got tea on, guys. Help me make some food.
The apes are starving.”
    I shivered, having been chilled all the way
to the bone. “What can I do?”
    “Let’s heat up soup and make campfire
biscuits.”
    Leslie withdrew the card she had hidden in
her pocket. “Team Sésquac . Pacific Northwest Bigfoot
Hunters. Oh, gimme a fucking break,” she muttered.
    I took the card from her. “Team Sésquac ? ”
    “It’s Native American for Sasquatch,” said
Zelda.
    “Oh.”
    “This is such bad news.”
    I glanced at Leslie. “What do you think will
happen?”
    “A lot of people died. They’re going to come
out here to find them.”
    “That would be bad, huh?”
    “Yeah, it’s bad.” She looked irritated. “Some
of them got away. They have my baby. They have proof that
Sasquatches exist. God only knows what they’re going to do to
Wolfie.” Tears flooded her eyes. Leonard, Bubba, and Tate appeared,
wet from the snow and filthy from flinging dirt. The smell of damp
dog filled the cavern. It was nearly overpowering. “What about
Wolfie?”
    “We look for him,” rasped Bubba. “We find
him.”
    “You stay here.” Leonard pointed at me. “Stay
warm.” The apes trudged down the tunnel to the bigger cavern. They
would follow the scent from the front entrance, where the Bigfoot
hunters had taken Wolfie.
    “Well, ladies,” said Zelda. “The night’s not
gettin’ any younger. Let’s get cooking, and the boys will be back
before you know it.” She patted Leslie on the shoulder. “They’re
gonna find Wolfie, honey. Don’t you worry about it. They got a
really keen sense of smell.”
    Leslie looked miserable. “I hope so.”
     
     

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    After the apes ate and their wounds