Page 520 of Chaos has a Name
“I mean, that’s kind of ironic and justified,” she said. “Look at you bleeding out. Crazy, huh?”
Tom stared up at her.
“Save me! You have to save me! You’re a Fed. You can’t let me die!”
She laughed.
“Oh, Tom. A femoral dissection bleeds out in two minutes. I blew a hole in your thigh. There’s no way to use a tourniquet on that. That artery is like a dick in cold water. It just tucked itself way up into your groin, and I’m not digging in you. I don’t have any gloves, and you eat people. Yucko. You’ve got about ninety more seconds.”
He started chanting something, and the wind picked up. All around them, the forest came alive, and it was off settling.
“The Hollow lives forever! You are cursed.”
Oh, well, she had news for him.
“Timothy! What do you think about that?” she said, loudly over the wind.
Then, something happened.
The trees went silent, and there were windchimes all over the place, except there weren’t.
She stared down at him.
“Timothy is still here,” she whispered. “The Shaman never left, and he never will. Good luck,” she said.
Looking over, she got Ivan’s attention.
“Have an ambulance meet us, but he’s not going to make it. We’re over a mile and a half from the road. He’ll be deadbefore anyone gets to him. There’s no way we can carry him back in time.”
The man on the ground was angry.
“You have to save me! You need to know who all the victims were! I kept records.”
She stared down at him as his eyes were getting heavier, and his skin was going gray. The pressure she was putting on his leg wasn’t helping.
Like she’d told him it wouldn’t.
“Were they all Natives?” she asked, meaning the skulls.
He nodded.
“Well, then, you already buried them on Native land. They aren’t waiting to be dug up and buried again, Tom. They are waiting for you. I’ll get a search warrant, and we’ll find the book that your sick ancestors passed down. Bet on it. I finish what I start. The Hollow dies here and now!” she shouted, making sure it traveled through the woods.
From somewhere in the trees, there was the most ungodly howl she’d ever heard before. It was loud, and it wailed as Tom took his last breath.
Immediately, all of the Marines pulled guns, and put their backs to each other, circling Wyler, Elizabeth, and Lance.
“It’s the Wendigo,” Lance said. “It does exist. You’ve angered it. You’ll be cursed.”
Yeah, she had bad news.
She already was. Thus, her career choice.
Elizabeth brushed it off despite that they all had goosebumps on their arms as the area seemed to get colder.
“Then, I suggest we pop a flare so that theDamascusambulance can find him, and we get the hell out of the woods,” she stated. “Our job here is done.”
Ivan did as she asked as the other Marines placed silver thermal sheets over the dead men that they carried in their gear in case they got stranded.
