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traveling a couple of minutes,
he could no longer hear his friends back at the camp, but he also
hadn’t run across Abby.
    Still, he continued
forward.
    Until his light went on the fritz
again.
    Cursing, Russ shook the flashlight,
but with no luck. The bulb simply would not come back
on.
    Cursing again, he called out, “Abby?
You there?”
    There was no response.
    “ Hey, my light has gone out,” he said
to the darkness. “If you’re there, I could use some
help.”
    Still, there was no answer. Yet he
thought he caught a whiff of smoke upon the air.
    “ Abby, I know you’re there,” he said,
his voice a little angry. “I can smell you smoking pot.”
    It was then the sound of something
crunching through the forest ahead came to his ears.
    “ Abby?”
    Yet again, there was no
response.
    “ Stop fooling around,” Russ said,
nervously shaking his flashlight once more.
    The sounds of movement drew nearer,
louder. It sounded as if Abby were walking heavy or had put on a
lot of weight.
    Still shaking his flashlight, Russ
spouted, “This isn’t funny, okay? You don’t have to --”
    The flashlight flicked on.
    At Russ’s feet was Abby’s head. A
splintered crack of red gore nearly split her skull. The rest of
the body was not to be found.
    He pissed himself.
    Then turned and ran.
     
    ***
     
    “ We really should have brought some
beer,” Lance said, draining another can of pop.
    Across from him at a picnic table,
Mary squinted her dislike for the topic while Gloria shrugged and
pulled another drink from the cooler next to her feet.
    “ Yeah, it would have been good,” Ken
said, roasting another hot dog on a stick, “but I didn’t want to
chance it since not everybody is old enough.”
    Lance looked surprised. “Who isn’t old
enough?”
    Gloria snorted. “Russ, for
one.”
    “ Russ?” Lance asked.
    “ And Abby,” Gloria added.
    Lance brought forth more laughs.
“Hell, no wonder those two aren’t any fun.”
    “ I’m not twenty-one yet,” Mary said.
“I won’t be for another few months.”
    Lance chuckled again and stood,
walking towards Ken. “That explains a lot.”
    “ Hey, watch it,” Ken said, his gaze
steady at his pal. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking
about.”
    “ I know, I know,” Lance said. He
looked to Mary. “Sorry, girl. I just call them as I see
them.”
    “ Yeah, well, okay.” Mary
shrugged.
    Gloria was about to interject her own
words, when a crackling noise came from the woods, a sound like
someone walking. All heads turned in that direction.
    “ Russ, that you?” Lance called out.
“Abby?”
    “ Shush.” Ken gestured for his friend
to be quiet.
    “ What’s your problem?” Lance
asked.
    “ There’s no light,” Ken pointed out.
“Russ had a flashlight, and Abby had a lamp.”
    “ Good point,” Lance said. He leaned
down and picked up a hefty branch fallen from a tree, then he
stood. “If it’s somebody trying to be freaky, I’ll let them have
it.”
    “ Don’t hurt anyone,” Mary said. “It
might only be Mr. Tucker.”
    Ken didn’t look overjoyed. “That old
man gave me the creeps.”
    The sound came again from the forest,
and Lance stepped forward hefting his makeshift club over his
shoulders.
    Ken picked up a flashlight from the
table and brought it up, shining it in the direction of the
noise.
    For a moment there was nothing to be
seen in the light, but then some branches shook and into view
stepped Russ, his eyes glazed, almost crossed, his arms dragging,
his legs barely moving.
    Lance lowered his club. “Russ, you
okay, buddy? Did you find Abby?”
    Russ didn’t say anything. He just
stood there staring straight ahead, his knees slightly bent as if
weak.
    “ Russ?” Mary asked.
    “ I don’t know, guys,” Russ finally
said, his words soft, barely more than a whisper. “I ... I think I
had an accident.”
    He dropped forward, face-down in the
dirt. Ken’s light revealed a hatchet protruding from the back of
Russ’s