Fumbling through the night, I notice something in the distance; flashing red and blue lights just beyond the tree line. As a black man in America, I’ve never been so happy to see those flashing lights as I was now. I ran as fast as I could, like a moth to a flame.
There was a sigh of relief, maybe Kassidy was able to call for help after all. Perhaps, just perhaps, Kassidy is with them, and that sicko was sitting in the backseat with his hands behind his back. Finally, this nightmare ends, and the only monsters I’ll have to contend with were the ones that involve Claire.
Reaching the lights, there was only silence and snow. I was completely over this damn snow. The lights came from the black Sheriff SUV that had visited Kassidy and I a few days before the storm. Sheriff Walton, Alice Walton. Had Kassidy ran and got help and Sheriff was here to rescue me? “Hello? Hey, is there anyone here?” I called out, but there was only silence. “I need help! My wife may be in danger.”
Walking towards the beefy vehicle, I could see that someone was in the driver seat, their window was down. It had to be the Sheriff; I quickly ran over.
Alice Walton was sitting behind the wheel with her head thrown back, her neck sliced open. The Sheriff was made into a human Pez Dispenser. Dried crimson gore of flesh and viscera exposed. I was frozen in place at the sight of such violence, as the clouds gave way to the light of the moon the horror was even more gruesome. There was a gentle breeze that gave life to the dirty hands of the gnarled tree branches around me. A weird thought ran across my mind; Blood seems black in the moonlight.
Something rustled behind me, and before I could turn around something sharp and heavy came crashing at the back of my head. I buckled, bouncing off the Sheriff door, from the sheer force of the blow. There was a serrated, scorching pain emanating from the back of my skull. Before the shock could subside, there was a second hit just as strong as the initial whack. I collapsed further onto the car door with my forearm and hands absorbing most of the impact.
I shrunk to my knees into the cold, wet snow. Turning to see the cause of my pain; the moon, full and sleek, loomed high into the chilly night, a figure shrouded in a shadowy blur towered over me.
“Mister… Knox?” The final blow folded me into the black.