Killer Protector (Jeff the Killer story)

Chapter 52

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Chapter 52

Jeff's POV

I woke up to something cold on my face. My vision is blurry at first but I quickly regain it as things get sharper. I look around and see something new.

Snow.

How long as it been? Snow wasn't supposed to come out until three days later. No.... I've been unconscious for three days?! I start to panic and I look over to check on Elizabeth. I prayed that she wasn't dead but it was much worse. She wasn't in the car. Did she fly out? What happened?!

I coughed and shook off all of the snow on me. I'm fucking freezing! The whole car is trashed. The car was flipped over so I hung upside down. I quickly went to unbuckle myself when I stopped. "No....no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!" I said hastily as I looked at the piece of metal that punctured my side. I grabbed hold of it and tried to pull it out but it was lodged in too deep. The pain was extreme and I screamed. I can't pull it out! No! I started shaking as I tried to think things out. I slowly struggled to unbuckle myself and I was successful but that only made things worse. As I fell, the piece of metal sunk in deeper, piercing right through me. I wailed as pain rushed throughout my body and I was nearly going to pass out.

I waited there for several minutes, the pain slowly fading, but it still lingered. I slowly started crawling out the broken window on my side of the car, making sure the piece of metal didn't shift. I managed to make it out into the snow and I took in choppy breaths. I could feel blood flowing from the wound and I knew I had to find help as soon as I could. I slowly got up on my feet and started making my way to the road again. I didn't care for all of the stuff left at the car, I need help.

I made it up to the road and started walking. Where did Elizabeth go? Did she die from the car crash? Did that bear get her? I'm feeling sick to my stomach just thinking about what could've possibly happened to her. She can't die. She can't...

I couldn't see very far, as snow and fog mixed to blind everything that was fifteen feet away from me. I was cold, bleeding and weak. At this rate I might die from either blood loss or hypothermia, or possibly both. I limped up the road, swaying every so often. I have no idea where I'm going so I don't know if I'm getting near civilization or further from it. I hope it's not the latter.

I reached into my pocket to grab my knife but it wasn't there. It must've fallen out during the crash. Dammit! I'll just have to hope that I don't run into any trouble. As I walked, I left a blood trail and it was leaving more and more blood by the minute. This isn't good. I need to get help before I die. But there's nothing out here!

I suddenly stumbled and fell over. I coughed up blood and tried to get up but I was too weak. I started thinking about getting help but that didn't motivate me. I thought about everyone back at home but that didn't help much. Then...I thought of Elizabeth.

The thought of her dying or already dead out here in the cold wilderness. The thought of her fussing over where I could be or possibly fighting off more corrupted animals in her poor state. The thought of her just giving up and preparing to die...

I won't let her die. I won't leave her out here. I will help her find her grandma and she'll finally succeed in what she's worked so hard on. I'm not about to give up and die on her, and I won't let her do the same to me. I built up all of my strength to lift myself up off the ground and stood up. I started limping forward again, motivated to keep going for Elizabeth's sake. Every time I thought about all the blood I was surely losing, I thought of her, and my troubles were replaced with determination. I did this for as long as I walked and I actually made it longer than what seems like thirty minutes. As long as I think of her, I can do anything.