"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
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She met him one time and was never able to forget that handsome face of his. When they met, it was the wrong time, more for him than her thoug...
The wind blew through Nadia's hair as she drove down the lonely road of Pontiac, Illinois. The sun was shining, and the air was humid. It bothered Nadia that the day she happens to come upon a case where she has to find an unmarked grave, the earth decided it was going to be blazing hot.
Despite hating the heat, being more of a fall girl, this case was not going to be solved itself. So, she had to put her emotions inside, and do what she does best.
Nadia looked over at the map in the passenger seat and picked it up, to trace her path. Four more miles and she would arrive at the outskirt of the forest.
Four miles later, she parked her pickup on the side of the road. She turned off the engine and hopped out of the car. The Sun shined on her beautiful dark skin that was exposed from her tight white tank top.
Pulling her straight hair into a ponytail, she walked to the trunk of the pickup. After putting her hair up, she grabbed the duffel in the trunk. Pulling out her shotgun, she cocked it and started her journey into the forest.
Helping get rid of a venegal spirit was one of the most annoying things she hated to do. Not because of the work but because the person that's getting haunted usually deserves it.
Who kills someone and buries their body in the forest two states away?
Someone who deserves to be hunted, that's who.
Beads of sweat slid down the side of Nadia's head as sticks and leaves crunched under her sneakers.
The unmarked grave was gonna be a few feet away from a deserted campsite. It would be right below a tree that has a cross carved into it.
Nadia kept walking until a ripped up tent came into view through the trees. She picked up her pace, arriving at the campsite that was definitely deserted.
The camp was completely trashed with no sign of life in sight. The only thing she could even hear was the wildlife around her.
She gripped on to her shotgun, before turning away. A few feet across from her stood the tree with a cross carved into the bark.
"Bingo." She muttered, walking over to it.
She went to her knees, sliding her bag off of her shoulder. After unzipping it, she pulled out a shovel, salt, gasoline and slid the matches into her pocket.
