All too soon, the truck slid to a halt beside an overgrown path used as his driveway. "This is your stop, Talbot," he said in a rather abrupt manner.
"You guys aren't coming?"
They all looked at each other. "I don't think so," offered Jim. "Ya see, yer uncle is crazy. We heard rumors that some people who go back there never come back out." The others shook their heads in agreement.
I didn't blame them. I had heard those same rumors whispered when people thought I couldn't hear. I didn't believe them; but I, myself, hadn't been to his cabin in more than ten years. He always came to my house, driving up in his old, rusted out Jeep CJ-5. When I offered to come out and visit, his eyes would get wild and he would make me promise that …show more content…
Sometimes, I thought he was another Ted Kaczynski. But, whether he was another Unabomber or just a bit off of his skull, he was my uncle and I was going to make sure he was ok.
I pulled my once again fully loaded handgun out and, sighing, said, "Thanks for everything, guys. If it weren't for you..." I left the last part off.
They all said their farewells and wished me luck. I turned and began following the overgrown trail to the cabin. With a last look over my shoulder, I watched the truck slowly head down the road, a small trail of dust marking their progress.
I felt truly alone. Scared. The only thing keeping me from breaking back to the road to flag them back down was my loyalty to my …show more content…
Wrapping my hoodie around the "V" where it branched, I was comfortable while walking but a little cold. The sun would be going down soon, so I needed to get moving. I decided against returning to the trail and opted to go straight through the woods to the Jeb's place.
I was very careful as I hobbled on my way, not wanting to repeat my last folly. As I neared the cabin, I heard a familiar moaning. Grimacing, I continued on. In my present state, I really didn't need any more adventures. But, as I hobbled onward, the sounds got louder. Carefully, I moved forward as the woods blocked out much of the remaining light.
I was almost at the edge of the trap when I realized what was in front of me. A hidden pit yawned in my path. I reeled backwards, staggering to avoid falling. Pain erupted as I forgot the makeshift crutch in order to maintain my footing.
After the pain subsided, I crept to a safe distance and looked in. The bottom of the pit was covered with wooden stakes. Two zombies were inside. One, staked through its torso, struggles for me but was held fast by the stake. The other walked awkwardly toward the side I was
"You guys aren't coming?"
They all looked at each other. "I don't think so," offered Jim. "Ya see, yer uncle is crazy. We heard rumors that some people who go back there never come back out." The others shook their heads in agreement.
I didn't blame them. I had heard those same rumors whispered when people thought I couldn't hear. I didn't believe them; but I, myself, hadn't been to his cabin in more than ten years. He always came to my house, driving up in his old, rusted out Jeep CJ-5. When I offered to come out and visit, his eyes would get wild and he would make me promise that …show more content…
Sometimes, I thought he was another Ted Kaczynski. But, whether he was another Unabomber or just a bit off of his skull, he was my uncle and I was going to make sure he was ok.
I pulled my once again fully loaded handgun out and, sighing, said, "Thanks for everything, guys. If it weren't for you..." I left the last part off.
They all said their farewells and wished me luck. I turned and began following the overgrown trail to the cabin. With a last look over my shoulder, I watched the truck slowly head down the road, a small trail of dust marking their progress.
I felt truly alone. Scared. The only thing keeping me from breaking back to the road to flag them back down was my loyalty to my …show more content…
Wrapping my hoodie around the "V" where it branched, I was comfortable while walking but a little cold. The sun would be going down soon, so I needed to get moving. I decided against returning to the trail and opted to go straight through the woods to the Jeb's place.
I was very careful as I hobbled on my way, not wanting to repeat my last folly. As I neared the cabin, I heard a familiar moaning. Grimacing, I continued on. In my present state, I really didn't need any more adventures. But, as I hobbled onward, the sounds got louder. Carefully, I moved forward as the woods blocked out much of the remaining light.
I was almost at the edge of the trap when I realized what was in front of me. A hidden pit yawned in my path. I reeled backwards, staggering to avoid falling. Pain erupted as I forgot the makeshift crutch in order to maintain my footing.
After the pain subsided, I crept to a safe distance and looked in. The bottom of the pit was covered with wooden stakes. Two zombies were inside. One, staked through its torso, struggles for me but was held fast by the stake. The other walked awkwardly toward the side I was