reply posted on 9-4-2005 @ 04:41 PM by DC1
She stopped, stood still. She knew she wasn't that far from the safety of the empty house she just left, she urged to make a run for it...but that
unrecognizable noise froze her in her tracks. She instinctively refrained from yelling to the others (where DID they go?!), but the noise might make
whatever was out there turn and realize her presence.
Feeling she was rooted on the spot and not breathing from hours, she realized only a few minutes must have gone by. Chelsea was unaware of her
clutching at the coat she threw over her shoulders on her way out until she felt her own nails digging into herself. Shocked back into action, she
turned her head left and right, fast yet silently, as the noise seemed to have stopped.
It was worse.
Without any noise, she had no coordinates. She felt watched, hunted, something just a few feet away from her just waiting for her to make a sudden
move, and attack.
Terrified, she couldn't stand there any more: she made a run for it, and screamed while her feet flew over the uneven ground, but she couldn't hear
herself. Push, turn, run...faster, faster, don't turn around, just go, go, go!! and in a flash she was flying face first into the mud: scrambling,
panicking, screaming, her foot trapped by something - she pulled without turning her head, kept yanking that foot that wouldn't budge, and finally
turned her gaze upon...upon...
'...F..Fr..Fra...FRANK???' She stuttered.
'Yes, it's me - I...I seem to have lost the others. What are you doing out here? Thought you said you didn't want to, you didn't...you said you
were cold - what's happening? Are you alright?'. He stood above her with a strange calmness, an unnatural aplomb considering the circumstances.
Frank was her lifelong friend, Chelsea knew him very well - and he just wasn't LIKE that...