Just Make it to the Cabin || 2004-03-12 at 12:27 a.m.
Title: Make it to the CabinAbout: Well.... I posted this on DA, and got two faves out of the three people that read it. Then I realised I hadn't posted here in a while, and I thought it might be a good thing to post. So ya. :P
Just make it to the cabin.
The soft earth gave way beneath her feet and under her fingernails as she desperately stuggled to make her way up the hill in the dark moonlight. Giving a small cry, she realized she'd slipped a little farther down - a little closer to the thing that was pursuing her. She fought the urge to look back, to gaze upon the putrid face of her attacker, but she couldn't resist the pull. She glanced back, shrieking in horror when she saw how close it was.
The creature had once been her husband, her lover, the father of her children. He had been her best friend and her confidant. Once, during the high school prom, her date had tried getting fresh with her. When she refused him, he tried to over power her. That's when her future husband saved her. He had been her rescuer, her protector.
Now all he wanted to do was kill her.
She finally managed to stand up and make it over the rise, screaming to herself that he wasn't really her husband, that he was just some monster that had taken over his body like that movie about the pod people.
Yeah, pod people. She smiled weakly through her tears. Their first date had been sitting on his couch, eating popcorn while watching Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Their first child had been conceived that night. She wasn't normally so "easy," but she had been completely smitten with him. She'd made the first move.
Just make it to the cabin. She scolded herself for getting distracted. She couldn't afford the distraction. Her children were in the shanty down by the lake, armed with a single hand gun. Her job was to distract their former father from the children and grab the shot gun at the same time. They were safe so long as she could distract him.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought of the children burying their dog earlier that week. After the dog was bitten by a rabid skunk in the woods, her husband had shot the dog in the back of the head.
The four of them buried the dog together, but the grave hadn't been deep enough. That night he came back, and Tom locked them in the house while he went to go take care of it. After a few minutes they heard a scream and a gunshot. Tom never came back.
At least, the Tom they knew didn't.
Meghan saw the cabin come into view, and she almost screamed with joy. Her heart leaped as she ran to the shed where Tom had kept his guns. She slowed as she neared it, her eyes widening in fear and confusion. The door was wide open, the lock missing.
And there wasn't so much as little Tommy's BB gun inside.
"Are you looking for these, mommy?"
Meghan whirled around and came face to face with her daughter, Marie - or what was left of her. She stared in horror at the bullet hole in her little girl's chest, a pang of sorrow unlike any she'd ever felt hitting her heart.
The young mother let out a moan of terror when Tommy stepped out of the shadows, part of his neck torn away. Next to him stood his dog, as loyal in death as he was in life.
By the time Tom joined them outside of the cabin, Meghan was on the ground in tears.
She made no attempt to run when they began to move in on her.