The Accident Part 7

 We are searching the forest under a scorching sun. This is so pathetic.

I thought every experience changes you in some way you can't notice. And i guess that did to me too.
Because I'm not afraid to walk these trails with the officers and my brothers. My focus is Judy and if Mark is alive, I bet on taking revenge.

"Sir, we found something!" An officer calls out from a far corner. They're all wearing light brown and mud colored caps. It's hard to distinguish between the tress. Maybe that's how they planned to camouflage. But do people really camouflage that easily? I don't know, because my eyes are sharp as an eagle. Camouflage is not my type.

We hurry to the place and there's a broken phone lying on the ground and its kinda deep into the soil as if it was thrown down with force.

"This can be useful. Pack it."
And now the loop: find, pack, repeat.

I crunch down the dried leaves with my feet. It's not peaceful walking here. Maybe the myths and taboos are fake about here. There's nothing seemingly weird happening here.
But then it does.

I swing back to hear the wail of an officer. I, my brother and the head officer hail to the spot and gone. The officer's gone.
And one by one. It starts happening. The thing around here.

One by one each one of the officers are gone. There's a wail. A painful shout. And gone. Nothing more. It is actually weird.

"What do we do now?" I ask and I'm indecisively calm. There's not a single storm going inside me. There's darkness all around my heart. It has been empty since the day one.
But the officer seems worried about his companions which is obvious.

There's nothing joing the start to the end. Carrie took me into this and it's day by day becoming increasingly impossible to decipher.

What are the whispers I keep hearing everytime?
What was in the corridor that day?
Who are the people I keep having visions of?
What was going on behind that door in Carrie's house?
Why did the bus move through blackwoods?
Why is Mark doing this?
Where is Judy and all the 40 people?
Who is framing it?
It's so....looking.....bad.
But I think it'll be over once Mark is down. Its clear now.

I start to slowly back off and run through the woods. Unaware of my destination. I can hear the officer and my brother calling me out and running after me but I'm fast. I am out of the sight.
I'm in the middle of the forest Ig.
Sun is showing bright down the forest leaves.
I look around me and call out as loud as possible.


"JUDY!"

"WHERE ARE YOU?"

And i start to cry. I fall to the ground and wrap my head down my knees covering it. I wail out so loud as if my inner self and core wants this to be over. Over and as soon as possible.

Thats when I hear a rustle of the dried leaves on the ground near me. I look to it. Its on the right. Someone is on the right of me.
And its running.

I also sprint behind that person. Whoever it is, this won't be spared. I run and run and run around the voice. Searching it. Preying on it. Until I find it.
It's a hooded person. Must be near 5"5 something. I'm 5"2. Trust me it's not easy. That someone is probably a man. MARK. I run faster to unravel everything down. I'm close. I'm near. I'm almost there.
And...damn it.

I fell hard tripping on a big log. Thought I could jump above it. I hurt my chin and knee as they slide on the ground with me. Its bleeding, the chin.
I can't muster up the courage to stand. It's hurting painfully.

But the hooded person stops too on my fall.

At least I can speak out. I have to build up that courage.
"Who..are you? Why are you doing this? 40 PEOPLE. WHY?" I scream.
I don't know why.

That someone slide off their hood and its.... a woman. She turns back and i instantly recognize that face.
Its the biggest betrayal of my life.

Carrie