disclaimer: hello my friends, i have some news, i still don't own CM nor its characters. i still don't profit from it. so, nothings change really ;)
sorry about those whose been asking for a sequel for my "between shooting flames" honestly, i got it all ready but this came through first. so let me know what you think okays?

Angry rain poured in every possible surface that it has access to, soaking every little available space with heavy raindrops. Meanwhile up in the sky monstrous thunders follow the scary lightning shooting every now and then. A wide eyed Erin Strauss is driving her way down a secluded hilly area where the director celebrated his advance retirement party, she leaned to the dashboard willing herself to see beyond the heavy droplets of rain beating against the glass, even the wiper could not seem to perform its function properly, instead of wiping the water to provide clearer vision it seems to be marring and blurring the driver's sight. As the hill itself is a good 2 hours drive from the nearest sign of civilization its impossible for Erin to make a stop to let the storm pass, the fork-like roads are not helping either she cast another glance to her cell phone to see if she is within signal's range to at least let anyone know her location, negative.

''I didn't even enjoyed the party, dammit!''

Erin muttered under her breath. She noticed that the car's mirrors is well fogged up by her own breathing thus indicating that outside the comfort of her auto's heater is hell-cold, she shuddered involuntarily imagining the biting cold seeping through her bones, diverting her imagination away from believing that too much carbon dioxide can poison and suffocate a person eventually .

The engine gurgled, emitting a sickening sound and before she really understood what the sound meant, the car stopped.

''oh God no, not here. Not now!''

She exclaimed helplessly, still trying to turn the ignition and stepping on gas and clutch attempting to turn the engine back to life. However passionately she tried, it fails. Erin sat inside her car with her arms wrapped around her body shielding herself from imaginary rain, wishing that another visitor from the party is going to pass by and realize that it's her, and would offer her a lift. Hell, even the insufferable David Rossi would be welcome to drop by at this very moment she thought. She winced as another lightning shot through the sky and thunder followed; she is not really fond of those two even as a kid. She's not scared, of course she's not. She can only imagine a psycho killer banging on her window with an axe or chainsaw or perhaps those crazy mutant looking creatures from that fucking ''wrong turn'' movie that streamed on the cable the other night, she gripped her neck as she nervously checked the door locks. Okay, she's scared.

''okay, that's it! You're getting out of here Erin.''

Gathering her belongings and her courage and stuffing them all in her bag, she got out of the car, the rain instantly soaking her from head to toe, thankfully, she is wearing a manageable 3 inches heels than those killer stiletto's that she seriously considered wearing earlier and a not so hard to manage LBD (little black dress), she looked around and realized that she is not familiar with the place, she might have turned the wrong way (oh lord almighty..Turned wrong? Shit! Wrong turn! Double Shit!) On her way down.

Great! Now, she's rain soaked, alone, cold, and lost.

Despite the fear threatening to creep from behind her consciousness, she fought hard to keep her presence of mind intact and kept on walking as far as her feet could take her. And like an answered prayer, from a distance she saw a log cabin complete with a smoking chimney and a warm glow from the fireplace.

''this is like fucking Hansel and Gretel! Here I am a Gretel without Hansel. But witch or no witch, I won't die out here.''

She exclaimed through chattering gritted teeth.

She crossed the distance from the path in the woods to the front door of the house with many many apprehensions, but physiological needs outweighed the logic in the section chief's mind.

She knocked.

The door creaked opened as she was halfway through her series of frantic knocking, she got the surprise of her life as she stood inches away from the last person she expected to see that night, perhaps more so than seeing one of those ugly faced sonsabitches cannibals in the movie.

TBC