Post by tobias on Jun 29, 2019 1:16:46 GMT
Just North of the Candian Border
"Fucking Wendigos," John Strode said, covered head to toe in blood as he held an axe in his hand. Just beyond the dismembered beast stood a group of frightened hikers, all of whom had assuredly urinated themselves in fear. John could actually smell the odor standing in the updraft. "That was the only one around here as far I can tell, so you should be safe."
The group continued to stand frozen as John just walked away calmly as if he'd done nothing more than swatted away a gnat for them.
*
John returned to the cabin he was sharing with Tommy Jarvis and the still comatose Jacob Johnson. The cabin was deep in the woods of a Canadian forest, one which one involced many twists and turns to find. A series of discreet markers guided the way, one that taken months for the two to learn without having to use a map. As he opened the door, Tommy stood with his back to him while washing the dishes.
"What did we talk about when it came to coming home with bloody clothes?" Tommy sighed without turning his head.
"How'd you know?" John asked as he started stripping down.
"I know what blood smells like," Tommy told him. "Especially when you're covered in gallons of it."
John scooped up his bloody clothes and carried them through the door.
"Yeah, well I'm still not used to the whole murdering monsters thing," John said as he dropped the clothes in a hamper to be washed later that day. "I thought we'd be going back to the States by now."
"Jacob's still not awake." Tommy told him.
"It's been two years," John told him. "Meanwhile we've been living off the land, killing our dinner and going without alcohol. The only trips we ever make to the outside world is for medication for the kid. Tommy, he's not waking up. We should just..."
"We're not letting him die," Tommy said bitterly. "I made a promise to his mother. He's still alive, and he's going to wake up, he just needs more time. As soon as he's back with me, we'll go back to the States and start tracking down Micheal Myers to finish him. Then we'll face Freddy, and Jason and whoever else gets in our way."
"And what if he's already gotten to my Mom?" John asked.
"I told you, I have people," Tommy told him. "If your Mom was in trouble, the cell phone I keep charged would ring three times, then hang up. If it rings four times and hangs up, we've found Alice. Five times... Jason's back. The cell phone hasn't rang once since we've been here. Your Mom is safe, I promise. Now go put some pants on and we'll get ready for dinner. The venison should be ready to eat in an hour."
"Always meant to ask this, but where did you learn to kill and cook animals?" John asked as he headed to his bedroom for some fresh clothes.
"When you're on the run, you learn to survive or you die," Tommy told him with a sadness in his voice. "And I learned to survive."
"Fucking Wendigos," John Strode said, covered head to toe in blood as he held an axe in his hand. Just beyond the dismembered beast stood a group of frightened hikers, all of whom had assuredly urinated themselves in fear. John could actually smell the odor standing in the updraft. "That was the only one around here as far I can tell, so you should be safe."
The group continued to stand frozen as John just walked away calmly as if he'd done nothing more than swatted away a gnat for them.
*
John returned to the cabin he was sharing with Tommy Jarvis and the still comatose Jacob Johnson. The cabin was deep in the woods of a Canadian forest, one which one involced many twists and turns to find. A series of discreet markers guided the way, one that taken months for the two to learn without having to use a map. As he opened the door, Tommy stood with his back to him while washing the dishes.
"What did we talk about when it came to coming home with bloody clothes?" Tommy sighed without turning his head.
"How'd you know?" John asked as he started stripping down.
"I know what blood smells like," Tommy told him. "Especially when you're covered in gallons of it."
John scooped up his bloody clothes and carried them through the door.
"Yeah, well I'm still not used to the whole murdering monsters thing," John said as he dropped the clothes in a hamper to be washed later that day. "I thought we'd be going back to the States by now."
"Jacob's still not awake." Tommy told him.
"It's been two years," John told him. "Meanwhile we've been living off the land, killing our dinner and going without alcohol. The only trips we ever make to the outside world is for medication for the kid. Tommy, he's not waking up. We should just..."
"We're not letting him die," Tommy said bitterly. "I made a promise to his mother. He's still alive, and he's going to wake up, he just needs more time. As soon as he's back with me, we'll go back to the States and start tracking down Micheal Myers to finish him. Then we'll face Freddy, and Jason and whoever else gets in our way."
"And what if he's already gotten to my Mom?" John asked.
"I told you, I have people," Tommy told him. "If your Mom was in trouble, the cell phone I keep charged would ring three times, then hang up. If it rings four times and hangs up, we've found Alice. Five times... Jason's back. The cell phone hasn't rang once since we've been here. Your Mom is safe, I promise. Now go put some pants on and we'll get ready for dinner. The venison should be ready to eat in an hour."
"Always meant to ask this, but where did you learn to kill and cook animals?" John asked as he headed to his bedroom for some fresh clothes.
"When you're on the run, you learn to survive or you die," Tommy told him with a sadness in his voice. "And I learned to survive."