Then
"VAL!!!!" John shouted but it was too late. They say a person can survive at least five seconds after being decapitated, but it wasn't a chop of the head that lead to this death. She looked down frozen the pain, it came all at once until it was nothing but numb. Blood, her blood displayed on the hands, rather claw of the monster they had been tracking. It was her heart, her heart which once pumped the blood through her very veins. Scared, no not in the least, more like surprised her deaths had always gotten creative along the way. John screamed, walking towards her, his gun aimed at her attacker, and the rest well as they say is history.
Now
"Son of a bitch." She mumbled under her breath. She rapidly tried to stand up gaining her footing a car was approaching blaring it's horn. Fucking drivers, she rolled her eyes. They wouldn't be driving down here if they knew what laid just on the outskirts of the woods. The car stopped, the driver rolled down his window shouting a few curse words, before she waved her blood stained machete in the air, the man's face quickly dropped, not to a scared one but to a stern. Apparently this guy wasn't just an asshole he was also a major idiot, but a major idiot with a sweet ride, she smiled checking out his car before disappearing back into the woods. 1967 Chevy Impala, the only time she had seen one like that was from her past, but it wasn't time to reminisce. She smiled raising up her machete 1,2,3, and 4, the remainder of the pack was wiped clean off. She wiped her hands on her jeans before pulling the phone up to her ear. "Bobby, we're all clean here, looks like you owe me that beer." She chuckled as Bobby proceeded to yell in her ear, she pulled it down to her side. Sure he didn't want her hunting alone, especially a pack this size, but then why would he bring it up? "Bobby, BOBBY!" She shouted over him silencing him, even when he was mad he couldn't quite be upset with her. "I'm fine, I told you this would be a piece of cake. I need to hurry up and clean up this mess, then I'll head out towards you. Then you can finish yelling." She hung up pushing her phone down into her pants. Clean up was a pain but leaving a mess was the worse. It would make life easier if she could just flee but a messy scene would lead to questions and questions sooner or later started to form a trail. So cleaning it was, the blood was no big deal she quickly got rid of that, but the bodies she preferred burning whenever she could, even though the smell of burnt flesh was awful to smell.
Now all that was left was to clean herself up, she pulled out her pocket mirror examining herself. She turned her head side, to side. Not too bad if she got pulled over at least the cops wouldn't haul her in, if anything, she just looked like she took a fall, anyways Bobby always kept some spare clothes for her. She packed her tools away into her bag, her appearance she could easily explain, but walking down to your car with a machete, that was another story. She walked to her car in silence not so much as a single thought crossed her brain, but she liked it that way, silence. It wasn't until she was in her car driving that her thoughts began making noise. That car, she had seen it before, that face, she wasn't so sure on that but it did seemed awfully familiar, though after so many years weren't they all familiar. She shook off her thoughts pulling into Bobby's property. Chevy Impala 1967 twice in one day, she paused slowly pulling out her keys. What were the odds? She swung her keys around on her finger climbing up the steps only looking back once before knocking. No response, she knocked again, still no response, she waited before knocking yet again. Bobby had to be home, he barely left. "GET THE DOOR IDJIT!" Bobby shouted. The door swung open a few seconds later revealing the familiar face from the road.
