something. “Oh shit, look back there Jake. A spike strip.”
The two men jogged back down the road. Fifty feet back the bus went over a full blown spike strip, the kind that they imagined cops would use in the line of duty. They approached the spike strip with caution and confusion.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see this fucking thing,” Chris said with frustration. “I want answers. Who put this damn thing out here?”
“You got that right,” Jacob said. “Let’s dial 911.” He pulled out his cell phone, dialed 911, and clicked send. He waited for the call to connect. But there was nothing. “Hey Chris, try your phone. Mine’s acting up.”
Chris pulled out his flip phone and dialed emergency services with the same result. “No signal. Damn. Damn it.”
“Alright Chris, we’re not going to panic. We’re going to go back to the bus, let everybody know what’s going on, and hatch a plan. We’re Glen Elder Campers, nothing stands in our way,” he said with a wink.
“I’ll stay here in case anybody drives by,” Chris said.
“It’s a plan.”
Jacob whistled a Bible song as he walked back to the bus. Chris punched the air in frustration. His whole life was built up on appearances: the church, Gloria, his job’s good wage. He was a leader in the church, but didn’t believe a word of it. He was married to Gloria, but didn’t live up to those vows. He wasn’t even loyal to his friend Jacob.
The frustration with his own lies were mounting. And the blown out tires put him over the edge. He couldn’t avoid the ugly truths any longer. He vowed to come clean with his infidelities once the camping trip was over. He would divorce Gloria, admit his affair to Jacob, leave the Glen Elder Church, and make it on his own. This conviction brought solace to Chris as the Kansas sun beat down on him.
Presently, two large black vehicles appeared on the road’s horizon up ahead. They sped rapidly towards the bus. As they got closer Chris noticed that they were two Humvees, and they took up both lanes of the two lane highway. Seconds later the two military vehicles were parked in front of the bus. Chris knew that there was something very, very wrong.
Four large men, huge men, suited up in all black paramilitary uniforms hopped out of each Humvee. Their faces were horrifying, as if the devil chiseled them out from hell’s own stone. Fiery red hair lit up their skulls. The giants wielded automatic weapons and quickly formed a line to await their orders.
Following the soldiers Chris saw what he thought was a demon. It was, like the soldiers, at least eight feet tall, massive around the shoulders and chest, with arms like Chris had never seen. Although the beast stood on the legs of a man, it possessed a head of a massive bull. Its face was covered in black hair. Its eyes were big black orbs in the center, encircled by ruby. Unlike the soldiers who were completely covered in black fatigues, this beast only wore camo pants and black boots. The bull man’s body was ripped. The soldiers gave this freak of nature their full attention.
Chris hesitated at first, out of pure shock, but came to and realized that he had to get back to the bus. This group looked bloodthirsty. He crept back to the bus and around its side. The passengers, full of young campers, were already in fits about what was transpiring outside of the bus. Chris slowly worked his way under the bus. His idea was to crawl under and make his way undetected to the door.
His plan didn’t get far. Two hands wrapped around his ankles and dragged Chris back out from under the bus.
“We’ve got him,” a deep voice said.
“Get off me shithead.” Chris tried kicking his way free, but the giant that had hold of him was at least three times his size. He had never seen a man this large in his life. The soldier’s face looked like a bag of leather, filled massive bones. Chris locked eyes with the soldier. They were glazed over and through them Chris could
The two men jogged back down the road. Fifty feet back the bus went over a full blown spike strip, the kind that they imagined cops would use in the line of duty. They approached the spike strip with caution and confusion.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see this fucking thing,” Chris said with frustration. “I want answers. Who put this damn thing out here?”
“You got that right,” Jacob said. “Let’s dial 911.” He pulled out his cell phone, dialed 911, and clicked send. He waited for the call to connect. But there was nothing. “Hey Chris, try your phone. Mine’s acting up.”
Chris pulled out his flip phone and dialed emergency services with the same result. “No signal. Damn. Damn it.”
“Alright Chris, we’re not going to panic. We’re going to go back to the bus, let everybody know what’s going on, and hatch a plan. We’re Glen Elder Campers, nothing stands in our way,” he said with a wink.
“I’ll stay here in case anybody drives by,” Chris said.
“It’s a plan.”
Jacob whistled a Bible song as he walked back to the bus. Chris punched the air in frustration. His whole life was built up on appearances: the church, Gloria, his job’s good wage. He was a leader in the church, but didn’t believe a word of it. He was married to Gloria, but didn’t live up to those vows. He wasn’t even loyal to his friend Jacob.
The frustration with his own lies were mounting. And the blown out tires put him over the edge. He couldn’t avoid the ugly truths any longer. He vowed to come clean with his infidelities once the camping trip was over. He would divorce Gloria, admit his affair to Jacob, leave the Glen Elder Church, and make it on his own. This conviction brought solace to Chris as the Kansas sun beat down on him.
Presently, two large black vehicles appeared on the road’s horizon up ahead. They sped rapidly towards the bus. As they got closer Chris noticed that they were two Humvees, and they took up both lanes of the two lane highway. Seconds later the two military vehicles were parked in front of the bus. Chris knew that there was something very, very wrong.
Four large men, huge men, suited up in all black paramilitary uniforms hopped out of each Humvee. Their faces were horrifying, as if the devil chiseled them out from hell’s own stone. Fiery red hair lit up their skulls. The giants wielded automatic weapons and quickly formed a line to await their orders.
Following the soldiers Chris saw what he thought was a demon. It was, like the soldiers, at least eight feet tall, massive around the shoulders and chest, with arms like Chris had never seen. Although the beast stood on the legs of a man, it possessed a head of a massive bull. Its face was covered in black hair. Its eyes were big black orbs in the center, encircled by ruby. Unlike the soldiers who were completely covered in black fatigues, this beast only wore camo pants and black boots. The bull man’s body was ripped. The soldiers gave this freak of nature their full attention.
Chris hesitated at first, out of pure shock, but came to and realized that he had to get back to the bus. This group looked bloodthirsty. He crept back to the bus and around its side. The passengers, full of young campers, were already in fits about what was transpiring outside of the bus. Chris slowly worked his way under the bus. His idea was to crawl under and make his way undetected to the door.
His plan didn’t get far. Two hands wrapped around his ankles and dragged Chris back out from under the bus.
“We’ve got him,” a deep voice said.
“Get off me shithead.” Chris tried kicking his way free, but the giant that had hold of him was at least three times his size. He had never seen a man this large in his life. The soldier’s face looked like a bag of leather, filled massive bones. Chris locked eyes with the soldier. They were glazed over and through them Chris could
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