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behind her. The rest try their luck with the front door. That group is met with the same ferocious speed that had moments ago brought Zack’s demise. Onan –who had been surprisingly reserved throughout the entire weekend’s events and despite his size, is the first to reach the door and likewise the first to meet the deranged fury of what he once knew as Vanessa. She is in-between him and the front door before he even knows she has moved. With her husband’s windpipe still in hand, she backhands Onan with one mighty blow that sends his three-hundred plus pounds hurling toward the sofa and leaves him limp upon impact with it. Upon sight of this, Brooke and Vinny stop in their tracks and beat a fast retreat to a nearby bedroom.
When faced with a life-threatening situation, for most it is instinctual to flee, for a few, a more proactive response is the natural tendency. Max falls into the latter of these two groups. Still heading for the front door, Max never breaks stride but instead quickens his vector in Vanessa’s direction and plants a hard right across her jaw with all of his momentum. The blood flows heavier from her lip but overall the strike has surprisingly little effect. Max -realizing how entirely out of his control the situation has become and shocked by his lack of effectiveness- attempts his own hasty retreat toward the same bedroom as Vinny and Brooke. Unfortunately, he never makes it.
Chapter 7 – Captive
Now locked away, and with a shrinking sense of safety Vinny and Brooke are trying desperately to open a window. All of the windows in the cabin were painted shut and the rusty latches of these small portholes are proving uncooperative. Vinny grasps a metal lamp from the nightstand and rips its cord from the wall. He grips the neck of it in his hands and swings the heavy base like a baseball bat at the window. One small square of glass in the divided window shatters but the solid wood latticework between the panes does not budge. Vinny swings and beats the window hysterically until the lamp itself is bent in half.
He turns to Brooke out of breath, “What kind of window doesn’t open? What if there was a fire or something?” After a couple of breaths he continues, “This definitely falls into the ‘or something’ category.”
Brooke –replaying Max’s advance on Vanessa in her mind- says, “We have to see if Max is ok.”
“You’re right. It’s quiet out there. Maybe he got her, or got out.”
The two tiptoe to the door. Vinny turns the lock -taking care not to allow it to click- and then the knob. He cracks the door open just enough for sunlight from the front door to creep in. He peeks through.
“The front door is open. He must have made it. Let’s make a run for it. We’ll jump in the car and pickup Max on our way down the hill.”
Brooke nods and grasps Vinny’s hand. As Vinny throws the door open wide, they prepare to bolt for the front exit as a pair of gazelles fleeing from a hungry cheetah might. As they emerge from their dimly lit room, the macabre scene that unfolds before them horrifies and sickens. Vanessa is crouched down on her hands and feet like a silverback gorilla. Her face is fully enveloped and writhing in Zack’s bloody neck, or at least what remains of it.
Brooke brings a hand to her mouth in order to stifle a scream, but an untimely bark from Cujo raises the head of the Vanessa-beast until -through a bloody mask-, her yellowing eyes come across them. Peripherally Vinny can see Onan’s limp body still sprawled across the couch and is reminded that they are no match for her speed. While they stand motionless, hoping not to excite the ire of the beast Vinny takes a brief survey of the room and sees no one else. He’s still contemplating the best course of action when Vanessa slowly rises in a manner more akin to a predator than a woman in her third trimester. She slinks slowly toward them with the body of her partially eaten husband dragging behind her, a
When faced with a life-threatening situation, for most it is instinctual to flee, for a few, a more proactive response is the natural tendency. Max falls into the latter of these two groups. Still heading for the front door, Max never breaks stride but instead quickens his vector in Vanessa’s direction and plants a hard right across her jaw with all of his momentum. The blood flows heavier from her lip but overall the strike has surprisingly little effect. Max -realizing how entirely out of his control the situation has become and shocked by his lack of effectiveness- attempts his own hasty retreat toward the same bedroom as Vinny and Brooke. Unfortunately, he never makes it.
Chapter 7 – Captive
Now locked away, and with a shrinking sense of safety Vinny and Brooke are trying desperately to open a window. All of the windows in the cabin were painted shut and the rusty latches of these small portholes are proving uncooperative. Vinny grasps a metal lamp from the nightstand and rips its cord from the wall. He grips the neck of it in his hands and swings the heavy base like a baseball bat at the window. One small square of glass in the divided window shatters but the solid wood latticework between the panes does not budge. Vinny swings and beats the window hysterically until the lamp itself is bent in half.
He turns to Brooke out of breath, “What kind of window doesn’t open? What if there was a fire or something?” After a couple of breaths he continues, “This definitely falls into the ‘or something’ category.”
Brooke –replaying Max’s advance on Vanessa in her mind- says, “We have to see if Max is ok.”
“You’re right. It’s quiet out there. Maybe he got her, or got out.”
The two tiptoe to the door. Vinny turns the lock -taking care not to allow it to click- and then the knob. He cracks the door open just enough for sunlight from the front door to creep in. He peeks through.
“The front door is open. He must have made it. Let’s make a run for it. We’ll jump in the car and pickup Max on our way down the hill.”
Brooke nods and grasps Vinny’s hand. As Vinny throws the door open wide, they prepare to bolt for the front exit as a pair of gazelles fleeing from a hungry cheetah might. As they emerge from their dimly lit room, the macabre scene that unfolds before them horrifies and sickens. Vanessa is crouched down on her hands and feet like a silverback gorilla. Her face is fully enveloped and writhing in Zack’s bloody neck, or at least what remains of it.
Brooke brings a hand to her mouth in order to stifle a scream, but an untimely bark from Cujo raises the head of the Vanessa-beast until -through a bloody mask-, her yellowing eyes come across them. Peripherally Vinny can see Onan’s limp body still sprawled across the couch and is reminded that they are no match for her speed. While they stand motionless, hoping not to excite the ire of the beast Vinny takes a brief survey of the room and sees no one else. He’s still contemplating the best course of action when Vanessa slowly rises in a manner more akin to a predator than a woman in her third trimester. She slinks slowly toward them with the body of her partially eaten husband dragging behind her, a
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