May 15th Cont'd
May 15th Cont'd
My hands were shaking terribly. I shot at it, but missed. The sound had no affect on it. It bounded toward us. Tom took a shot and hit it in the side. The beast didn't slow down at all. My fingers almost seized up as I pulled back the bolt handle. The ground beneath us shook. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. It was only 20 ft. away. I lifted my rifle. The beast dove at us. I pulled the trigger. It landed on me. I thought I was dead. But the beast didn't move. And I still breathed. I soon knew why. Its blood was all over me. It wasn't until Tom and I rolled the thing off me did we see that I hit it in the head. We stared at that thing for what seemed like forever. Thus must be what Shirley Sackwell was describing. But where did these things come from? How many more of them are there? Is this what the army went off to fight? There are so many questions with NO answers. Well, we dragged the body back to the neighborhood. They had to know what they were up against.
The world I knew is gone. I don't even recognize it anymore. It's as if I've stepped out of a movie. All the things Shirley Sackwell has said are true. I saw those things with my own eyes. Tom and I were hunting in the woods behind my house. Since all the meat in the grocery stores are gone, and we have run out of meat, we thought we'd find some deer for the neighborhood. That is when we saw them. At first, we though they were a family of bears. They were next to the river, drinking. But when it stood up, I knew it was an animal I've ever seen before. I almost wet myself right there. The creature stood over seven feet tall. Maybe closer to eight. The hair was matted, dark, and I could smell it from where I stood. It stunk of must and earth. Tom and I were frozen. It took all I had to move my thumb to take off the safety on my gun. That did it. It heard my movement. It turned toward us and roared. I never felt fear like that...