Trapped 3

She looked around, knowing it was a trick. Just like the baby. But she listened carefully wondering where the sound was coming from, then she went in the opposite direction. Gracie moved stealthily trying not to make too much noise. This was almost impossible, as the dried grass crunched under her feet. She was grateful to have found her shoes. At least the cuts on her feet were no longer exposed to all the dirt.



She needed to sleep, and her stomach rumbled with hunger. She could only imagine the feeling of drinking ice cold water. She staggered falling and rising up to fall again. She walked without any idea where she was going, and had almost passed by a shack hidden by a big tree before her senses registered a new smell in the air. Meat.... Roasted meat. She stopped and looked around, before noticing the hut. She followed her nose to the back, where there was a dying fire and meat. Right then, she was like a starved hyena. She rushed to the rack, picked up to pieces of meat and ran into the bush. When she was a distance, she sat down and ate the food. It was the best thing she had ever tasted.
Minutes later, she crawled towards the hut again cautious. She wanted more meat and a little water to soothe her thirst. A few feet from the hut she stopped. There was a person there, from the looks of it, a woman bent over by age. Gracie stopped and observed even though she wanted to leap for joy at seeing another human. The woman had made the fire bigger and was replacing the already cooked meat, with fresh ones. Gracie saw her place a human arm on the rack. She screamed and slumped.

Water was splashed on her face, and she gasped for air. She was seated and tied to the stump of a tree. An old and ugly face starred at her. She screamed again, and the old woman showed her a very sharp knife. Gracie knew what that meant, so she shut her mouth tight and sobbed. The woman walked away from her view, while she tried to get a hold of herself. Gracie tried to come to terms with the truth. She had eaten human flesh. She had eaten a person.

She wondered who it was. Was it Bossy or screamer? Probably screamer. Gracie shivered uncontrollably. She was next. Soon her flesh would be lying on that rack roasting.
"Hey"
Gracie thought her ears were deceiving her, until she heard it again.
"Hey"
She turned towards the voice, and managed to make out the shadow of a woman crouching in the shadows of another tree.
"Bossy" Gracie whispered relieved.
"What?" she replied confused.
"Nothing.... Please help"
Bossy ran towards her, and crouched behind her trying to untie her.
"Why did you have to scream like that? That woman is strong enough to kill you you know"
"I ate it....I ate it"
"I did too. But you did not hear me screaming did you?"
Gracie stood up, but didn't have time to stretch her muscles, before Bossy dragged her into e shadows again.
"I thought everyone was dead.... I thought I was going to die."
"Shh....you might still die."
Gracie followed Bossy blindly, as the ran past trees, away from the shack.
Bossy stopped suddenly, pulling her to the ground. Gracie followed her eyes, and saw a chilling sight. Two men stood backing them, facing a stake where a woman was hung upside down. Her throat had been slashed, and she bled into a receptacle. They watched the steady flow of blood become a dribble, Gracie would have screamed, but Bossy had her hand over her mouth.

The men untied the woman, and she fell to the ground with a thud. Then a young girl walked towards the corpse, pointing at the sky. Gracie watched as the girl slowly dropped her hand, and lifted them again. Only this time the corpse rose with her hand like a rag doll. Then the girl turned around, looking straight into the darkness where Gracie and Boss were crouched.
She pointed directly at them and said:

getmək və qurban gətirmək

The corpse shook and ran towards them.......