Mila's Men

Destiny

Ah! - Agh! Mila opened her eyes. All she could see was black. She felt an immense pressure on her diaphragm. Mila tried to move her body free. The more she squirmed, the tighter the her body was pressed. She realized that she was pinned to the ground by the leather seats. She tried to push her body out, but there was no way with the pressure of the car seats.

Mila was able turn her a bit. She saw light coming in from above her. Mila stared into the light as if it was a ray of hope. All of a sudden, the light grew wider. Mila could feel the pressure being lifted from her torso. She looked up at the tattered driver. He was hold up the mangled back seat.

"Come... on..." He uttered in a weak voice.

Mila lifted herself out of the car seat. She stood up in the small grove, that the car flew into. the driver put the seat down. His uniform was torn, and he looked tired. Mila looked around the woods for some way to get back to the main road.

The car flew so far into the forest, that there was no way of telling were the road was. She noticed what looked like a hiking trail, ascending into the woods. Mila pointed toward the trail. The driver staggered to where Mila was standing. His eyes widened. 

"Is that a path?" He exclaimed.

"Yep!" Mila said "Come on!"

Mila didn't know what to expect. Who was that shooting at them? Would they be waiting at the end of the trail? Mila started to walk up the trail. The driver followed her. She reached her hand into her pocket.

"Oh no! She announced worriedly.

The driver turned around. Mila ran back down the trail, to where to dismember limousine lay. She dug though the debris until she found her small book. Mila hurried back up the trail towards the driver. They walked together into the dark Forest...

Mila and the driver had been walking for quite some time now, and they were getting tired. After a bit more of walking, they came to a fork in the trail. There was a clearing, with tall Sycamore tree that looked like it had been there for a hundred years. Mila and the driver stretched out beneath the tree's branches. The driver fell asleep instantly, but Mila stayed awake. She wrote in her book:

Trees,

Our source of clean air, our source clean life

Life, that is untainted by the ideals of others

We can do anything, be anything we want when we're under a tree

And when that tree is old, and the memories of generations are stuck in our brain cells

We cut it down and make

Wood

That we use to make memories that would augment those of the tree

The rings of years...

Mila laid her head on the ground.

ir'rak, ir'rak! Mila jumped to her feet. There was a beast no more than three yards in front. It's lupine face sneered at her. It had sharp fangs that stuck out of it's mouth and back. Mila leaped back.

"It's a chupacabra!" She shrieked

The monster limped off into the woods.

"What's the matter?" The driver awoke, mumbling in a concerned voice.

"Did you see that!" Mila exclaimed

"What? the driver moaned

"There was a monster! Didn't you see it! She argued

"I didn't see anything." The driver noted

"Well, it's gone now - let's get moving before it get's dark." Mila signaled.