Now for
Part 2
The crunching of metal and shattering of glass rang out over the camp site. The blaring of a horn sounded and -
CRASH!
Then -
CRASH!
And another -
CRASH!
Joyce flew out of her tent. This time her dad was struggling to get out, Mr. Rob unzipped his tent. The muffled voices of the boys groaned in their tents as they woke up in a panic. Soon everyone was centered around the smoldering fire.
All our voices merged into one as we asked about the noise until Mr. Rob spoke up.
"Everyone calm down. Me and Mr. Stephen will go check it out. You kids just stay here and wait for us to get back. Ok, just wait here."
They both took off with their flashlights through the trees. From the camp, Joyce could see bright headlights lighting up the woods and flashing yellow lights like she had seen before, except now it was much brighter. The other boys, now awake and with their coats on, walked towards the lights.
"We're suppose to stay here." Joyce said.
"I just want to see." Freddy said.
The other boys followed in agreement. Joyce was hesitant, but followed along with them.
"Just to the tree line." she said.
"Ok."
Will stopped at the first tree and the rest lined up next to him. Joyce stood over Richie's shoulder.
"Do you see your dad?" Richie asked.
"No. Do you?"
"I think that's him, there."
He pointed to a shadow down by the road.
"Dad!"
The shadow crept up the hill crunching on dead leaves, twigs and sticks up towards them.
"Dad, what's happening?"
The children focused on the figure until it stood in front of them. It leaned down into the light and they saw the out of a hole between two ripped open pieces of skin across his forehead dark red blood oozing down his face.
The children screamed in unison that echoed off the trees and rattled their eardrums as the bloodied man reached out towards them. They ran back towards the middle of the campsite by the dying the fire.
Will jumped through the front of his tent, then returned with a powerful D battery flashlight. He clicked it On and raised the light beam onto the man's face. Blood continued to flow out of his injury all the way down his neck and soaking into his shirt.
The leaves rustled and Will shined his light towards it. A second man and a woman came out from the trees behind the first man. Each with similar deep cuts across their face, each spilling dark blood down their shirts and onto the ground. The woman walked forward at a crooked angle to point her eyes in the direction of the children. Will shined the light into her face and she turned away, but they all saw the bone sticking straight out of her neck.
The couple pushed past the first man into the camp. Through the trees more men, women and children came walking out. All bloodied with some missing limbs, some dragging broken legs across the ground, but all of them charging towards the campsite where the scouts stood petrified in front of the oncoming horror.
More leaves rustled in the trees and through the horde of ghouls the two scout leaders came running.
"Dad." Joyce shouted.
She jumped into his arms.
"Everyone alright?" Mr. Rob asked.
He counted the scouts and wrapped his arms around Will, Freddy and Richie as they ran to his side. David stood motionless, still staring at the growing number of bleeding and broken bodies continuing their descent onto the camp.
Joyce's dad sat her down to one side and reached out for David.
"Let's go. Go! Go! Go!"
Mr. Rob pushed Joyce and the children forward to put them in motion. Mr. Stephen wrapped up David and followed them down the hill. Freddy took the lead as his long legs carried him down the hill faster than everyone else. The horde stomped through the camp knocking tents and supplies all over the ground. Joyce didn't dare turn around for fear they would be right behind her.
Freddy stopped at the bottom of the hill under the tall lamp post.
"Which way? Where do we go?"
Mr. Rob pointed to a wood cabin a short distance away.
"There. The trading post. Go there."
Freddy took off as the rest of the scouts reached the bottom continuing to run as fast as they could. Joyce's dad still carried David in his arms with his head resting on his shoulder who then screamed a high-pitched squeal. Joyce told herself not to look, but her head turned before she could stop herself. The horde began falling and tripping over each other, hitting the ground and started rolling down the hill after them.
Freddy pulled on the door.
"It's locked."
Mr. Rob and the other scouts arrived at the trading post. They all pounded and pulled at the door trying to get it open. Joyce's dad sat David on the ground and began searching for a way inside.
To be continued...
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