Waking Up Dead

Chapter 10: Hummus Anyone?

“Go. Away”

“You don’t have a clue where you are going”

“I’m going home”

“And how are you going to get there” replied the stranger.

I turned around and faced him, he was a couple of steps behind me as he stood there looking at me with a few drops of blood on his shirt. Looking down at myself I wasn’t surprised to see the colour of my shirt now replaced with red I huffed in annoyance as I turned around once again and continued power walking my way out of here.

I was actually lost and I don’t have a clue where I am going, I knew I should have went back the same direction I had found  him  with the deers but if I did it would have been easy for him to drag me back inside the car to god knows where. I don’t understand why he is following me he saved my life once and I think I thanked him so why is he bothered if I'm safe now. He has to be dangerous if he was held hostage back there all battered and bruised. What if I was some sort of leverage that he can exchange his life for mine, okay I think I’m over thinking this . . . but what if that’s true how else would you explain his over protectiveness on my safety, what if he is a psychotic killer and I’m his next victim and this is some sick game.

For crying out loud pull yourself together.

Just play it cool and carry on walking, don’t increase your pace and for god’s sake unclench your fists and remember to breathe. I tried to be natural in my walking but all I wanted to do was to run, I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore and that can’t be a good sign. Maybe he decided to eventually leave, you know he may not be a psychotic killer after all and just a nice caring guy who I just happened to bump into on a bad day as he kills people and rips the throat out of deer’s with his bare teeth. Absolutely no harm there I sarcastically tell myself.

I took a deep breath and slowly turned around to see that he actually wasn’t standing behind me I don’t know if I should be happy or scared right now. I carried on walking trying to retrace my footsteps and to end up as close as I can back on the road without bumping into the stranger. It’s so strange that I am walking in the woods well I wouldn’t actually call it the woods just a place full of trees and deer’s, anyway that detail isn’t important right now but what is, is that this time a couple of weeks back I was just sitting at home doing my assignments or catching up on TV shows that I’ve missed not bumping into a group of bikers, running away from some guy who held me captive and witnessing people dying. I did wish for more excitement in my life when blowing out my birthday candles last year but I wasn’t expecting this, I guess now I know what they mean by be careful of what you wish for, or maybe I should’ve been more clearer on my wish.    

I placed my hands inside my jeans pockets and started kicking stones trying to understand everything that has happened to me the day I woke up inside my coffin. But something made me stop moving I stood there listening hard I was sure I heard something, I cocked my head and moved to stand behind a tree peering around I found myself looking at the clearing where the two dead deer’s lay and standing above them was the guy who beat me up.  Flanking his sides where two bald men that appeared to be sniffing the air . . . holey macaroni they can smell me I finally realised.

I quickly turned around and started to sprint back the way I came trying my best not to make as much noise as possible and for the first time luck was on my side as I managed to get a good distance without breaking any sticks or tripping over. The sun was starting to set and I could feel a drastic change in the weather however I didn’t feel vulnerable by it, a few feet away and hidden behind a large tree I could see a shadow and after a few seconds I heard my name been called out quietly.