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God!”
She moved with him. Russell stayed ahead of her, holding onto her hand as they sprinted deeper into the woods. Bigfoot roared again behind them. Its feet pounded earth, resuming the chase.
“What does it want?” she said.
“To kill us.”
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know. Away from it.”
They rounded a pine and scurried down a hollow. The woman tripped on something and went flying forward on her chest. Russell tried to catch her but lost his grip on her hand. She connected with something hard, crying out in pain. He bent over to help her up but she wasn’t moving fast. She was barely moving at all.
“Come on, we got to move,” Russell said, yanking up on her arm.
“I’m dizzy.”
Russell noticed blood on her forehead. In the moonlight, it looked black. “Can you move?”
She took a step and lost her balance. Russell caught her this time.
Shit , he thought. Behind them, the thundering footfalls stopped. A few seconds of tense silence. Russell held his breath. He felt the woman at his side doing the same.
Something hit something in the darkness. Like a baseball slung into the side of a house.
“Did you hear that?” she said.
“Yeah.”
Another moment passed.
Then the sniffing started. A roar followed.
“Fuck.” Couldn’t run. Not with her like this. He couldn’t leave her behind, either. Not now. Not after basically leading the thing to her.
The footfalls resumed. It was close.
There , he thought. He pulled the woman over to a tree. There was a boulder near the trunk. Above it a limb. Maybe they could climb it.
“What are we doing?” she said, wiping blood from her eyes with her sleeve.
“Get up on that rock.”
She didn’t ask anything more. She managed to pull herself up. Russell followed. He almost slipped but righted himself before sliding face first back down. They were a good four feet above the forest floor now.
“Come here,” Russell said. “I’m going to boost you up.”
Again, the woman didn’t say anything. She let Russell wrap his arms around her hips and lift.
“Can you reach it?”
“Yeah.”
Russell couldn’t see but felt her weight diminish in his grasp as she pulled herself up. Behind him, the footfalls grew louder. They seemed like they were on top of him.
He turned on the top of the boulder in time to see Bigfoot sprint from behind a tree toward him. Russell’s eyes widened and he jumped and caught hold of the limb.
“Hurry,” she said.
Splinters bit into his hands as he pulled up. He managed to get his right elbow over the branch. Below, Bigfoot roared and jumped on the boulder. It pawed at his dangling feet. Russell flailed his legs and connected with its head. It bought him enough time to swing his left foot onto the limb. His right still drifted in space.
Bigfoot didn’t go for his stray foot, though. Instead, he felt its fingers trying to grab the bag on his back. Its putrid breath baked his neck. If it got a hold of the bag, it could rip him and the whole branch down.
Russell swung his other foot onto the branch and pulled himself the rest of the way up. He looked around for the woman.
“Up here.”
He looked up. She was already another three branches above him.
He hurried, managing to get to his feet while moving his hands to the trunk for balance. Bigfoot roared again and jumped and grabbed the branch. The whole tree shuddered under its weight.
Beneath his feet, the wood creaked and then cracked like a thunderclap. Russell leapt for the next branch above as the other snapped free from the trunk. He grimaced as he scratched and clawed to hang on.
It took a minute or so to regain a firm hold. Once he had it, Russell pulled up and sat on the branch just below the woman. His arms and shoulders burned as much as his thighs. His lungs fought hard for air. Dizziness squeezed his head.
“You think it’s dead?”
Russell rubbed his temples. “What?”
“Look.”
He blinked and glanced down at the ground. Bigfoot
She moved with him. Russell stayed ahead of her, holding onto her hand as they sprinted deeper into the woods. Bigfoot roared again behind them. Its feet pounded earth, resuming the chase.
“What does it want?” she said.
“To kill us.”
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know. Away from it.”
They rounded a pine and scurried down a hollow. The woman tripped on something and went flying forward on her chest. Russell tried to catch her but lost his grip on her hand. She connected with something hard, crying out in pain. He bent over to help her up but she wasn’t moving fast. She was barely moving at all.
“Come on, we got to move,” Russell said, yanking up on her arm.
“I’m dizzy.”
Russell noticed blood on her forehead. In the moonlight, it looked black. “Can you move?”
She took a step and lost her balance. Russell caught her this time.
Shit , he thought. Behind them, the thundering footfalls stopped. A few seconds of tense silence. Russell held his breath. He felt the woman at his side doing the same.
Something hit something in the darkness. Like a baseball slung into the side of a house.
“Did you hear that?” she said.
“Yeah.”
Another moment passed.
Then the sniffing started. A roar followed.
“Fuck.” Couldn’t run. Not with her like this. He couldn’t leave her behind, either. Not now. Not after basically leading the thing to her.
The footfalls resumed. It was close.
There , he thought. He pulled the woman over to a tree. There was a boulder near the trunk. Above it a limb. Maybe they could climb it.
“What are we doing?” she said, wiping blood from her eyes with her sleeve.
“Get up on that rock.”
She didn’t ask anything more. She managed to pull herself up. Russell followed. He almost slipped but righted himself before sliding face first back down. They were a good four feet above the forest floor now.
“Come here,” Russell said. “I’m going to boost you up.”
Again, the woman didn’t say anything. She let Russell wrap his arms around her hips and lift.
“Can you reach it?”
“Yeah.”
Russell couldn’t see but felt her weight diminish in his grasp as she pulled herself up. Behind him, the footfalls grew louder. They seemed like they were on top of him.
He turned on the top of the boulder in time to see Bigfoot sprint from behind a tree toward him. Russell’s eyes widened and he jumped and caught hold of the limb.
“Hurry,” she said.
Splinters bit into his hands as he pulled up. He managed to get his right elbow over the branch. Below, Bigfoot roared and jumped on the boulder. It pawed at his dangling feet. Russell flailed his legs and connected with its head. It bought him enough time to swing his left foot onto the limb. His right still drifted in space.
Bigfoot didn’t go for his stray foot, though. Instead, he felt its fingers trying to grab the bag on his back. Its putrid breath baked his neck. If it got a hold of the bag, it could rip him and the whole branch down.
Russell swung his other foot onto the branch and pulled himself the rest of the way up. He looked around for the woman.
“Up here.”
He looked up. She was already another three branches above him.
He hurried, managing to get to his feet while moving his hands to the trunk for balance. Bigfoot roared again and jumped and grabbed the branch. The whole tree shuddered under its weight.
Beneath his feet, the wood creaked and then cracked like a thunderclap. Russell leapt for the next branch above as the other snapped free from the trunk. He grimaced as he scratched and clawed to hang on.
It took a minute or so to regain a firm hold. Once he had it, Russell pulled up and sat on the branch just below the woman. His arms and shoulders burned as much as his thighs. His lungs fought hard for air. Dizziness squeezed his head.
“You think it’s dead?”
Russell rubbed his temples. “What?”
“Look.”
He blinked and glanced down at the ground. Bigfoot
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