It was hard passing through the woods. It was dense, and the night was still dark, despite the gloom of the large moon. Marvin held his shovel upright as he ran, only leveling lightly to swoop under a low branch. He didn't know if they were close behind, or if they were even coming after him. As he ran aimlessly through the forest, hoping to come upon a road or some sign to tell him where he is or where he may go, he remembered the reason why he was here and what would happen later. They could find the body -No they will. The grave was half way full when the red-eyed strangers came. Though, if they were anything like the first one he met, they may not be threat in that way. He couldn't see these kinds of people walking into a Ralston Police Department and reporting a dead body.
Physically, though, was the threat that had him sprinting. Two of them had grabbed him from behind, their oddly cold fingers digging into his shoulders and forearms. They had held him as one, a woman in a bloody evening gown and her cheek a mess of red, slashed skin, approached him. She cupped her hands together and let a curtain black pour into them from her mouth. The way she offered her vomit to him smiling, the fluid giving her teeth a wine-colored gleam. A hand left his shoulder to wrap it's fingers around the back of his skull, forcing it still. As the woman's hands went to meet his lips, he was able to wrench one of his arms free. 288Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa8dZRttdah
He struck one of his holders and the woman's outstretched hands in the process of freeing himself. The dark liquid splashed onto his forearm. It felt cold and thick. Marvin could also feel like something was moving in it, like a mass of nightcrawlers wriggling on his skin. The crowd was heavy around his truck, so he picked up the shovel and ran through an opening, striking two more on the way out. They made no shouts to each other to chase him down, nor did they say any words at all. They just started laughing, as if to mock him for his cowardice. The thought made his mind flare, and at that moment had wished he stayed and buried more bodies.
He almost did, too, slowing his pace to walk and his hands tightening around the wooden handle of the shovel. Easy Marv, easy. He told himself. Just get out of here. Think about getting out. It was only a couple of minutes of walking when he came upon a dirt road. There was a sign that pointed him in the direction of a town. Strawberry, huh? Strawberry it is. He turned his head and saw not a soul was following him. He inspected his shovel. Bits of hair and blood coated the rusty steel. He decided to conceal it under a brush, not wanting to look like the murderer he was upon entering the town.
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