Fight or Flight

Charging into a cabin at the base of the hill, Nick scowers the single room. Grabbing the cabinet to his left, he throws it in front of the door.

Backing up from the door, Nick runs to a boarded-up window at the back of the cabin. Prying off one of the boards, sunlight bursts into the exposed slot. Dust floats through the air, obscuring the sunlight as it pours into the cabin.

A THUD on the front door startles Nick. He begins ripping the boards off the window as quickly as possible.

Turning around, Nick now sees that the door has a large hole in in - the figures arm clawing at the stale air. Without thinking about it, Nick looks around the cabin and spots an old fire poker in the corner of the room. Picking it up, he runs at the door, swinging at the arm halfway through the hole. He makes solid contact. The arm tries to retreat but the elbow gets stuck. Nick keeps swinging. Thud after thud after thud. Each blow is causing the figure to howl in pain. Turning the poker in his hand, Nick thrusts it into the arm, piercing the flesh with the pointed end. The arm immediately disappears.

Nick stops. Waits. Nothing comes from the other side of the door.

Slowly, he creeps towards the hole, listening, silent, waiting to hear breathing, crinkling leaves. Nothing.

He leans even closer, squinting one eye, inches form the hole to see outside. He can't see anything except the empty forest.

Suddenly the figure steps in front of the whole and thrusts its arm back through the space, smacking Nick and sending him sprawling on the ground.

Stunned, Nick struggles to his feet, drops the fire poker and runs back to the window. He begins ripping the boards off the window as quickly as possible. Breaking the window with his elbow, Nick falls into a pile of wood stacked behind the cabin.

Getting to his feet, Nick begins running away from the cabin. The front door to the cabin SPLINTERS inward and a ROAR echoes through the auburn forest.

Now running even faster, Nick glances over his shoulder to see the back of the cabin SHATTERS in an array of wood and nails.

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Ok - maybe one more post before it ends. So Friday will be the revealing of the final piece. Screw options, what do YOU think should happen?

Ultimately I get to choose this path, but suggest something good and I'll certainly consider it or use it!