The Walking Dead: Chronicles of Shawn

Chapter two

How did this all happen?

Waking me from up what felt to be too quick of a nap, I hear my phone going off playing a heavy dubstep song that was chosen at random by my alarm settings. I then get up and strech a bit as I glance at the phone to see that I have about ten minutes before Sarah arrives to pick me up so I walk towards the fire pit and toss in one of the smoke signal blocks. As I wait, I don my backpack checking around me for anything I may have forgotten and spot the fishing spear that I made for my last video. Seeing the smoke of my small fire going from a wispy white color to an almost bright neon orange, I pick up my spear and stand ready for my low budget extraction. I wish I had a show fund like Les Stroud and Bear Grylls from The Discovery Channel that allowed for a plane or chopper to come pick me up in a cool way to end the final day episodes of my show where I would be extracted out of the barren landscapes of where I was dropped off two days before when the pilot sees me but thats just wishful thinking. I work with what I have which is, My uncle who lets me camp out here because he owns the property and lets me shoot my videos, the wooded forest that doesn't have any dangerous wildlife, and my sister Sarah who acts my extraction rescue when the three days are up and its time for me to come home. Except one thing, where is Sarah? I look to my phone and see that it says 3:20pm, "hmm... she's late", I wonder aloud as I go through all the posibilites of what could be keeping her.

1: she might be in gridlock traffic .

2: she can't see the signal smoke since a strong wind has picked the wind gets any stronger, I might have to put out the fire so a wildfire doesn't happen.

3: she's at home sleep or not feeling well.

4: There might have been an incident that is the reason for why she isn't here yet.

5: Something weird and unbelievable has happened that could only be possible in one's imagination.

Yeah I'm joking about that last one but the ones before it really have me worried and if I'm not picked up soon, it's going to get dark soon and I dont want to be out here with just a few supplies left. I know what you're thinking, and it's why would I even worry about being out here for one more day when I know the skills to survive and how to protect myself. The problem with that is I only prepared on this trek for three days with the gurantee that I know I'll be gone that the 3 o'clock time has come and gone, I put out my signal fire and begin to navigate up the trail back to the campground's entrance hoping that my sister is there waiting if the car couldn't drive down to where I was this time.

I was making good time on my way back on foot to the campground entrance when my eyes catch hold of something that doesn't seem nomal. In front of me is an empty campsite that seems to have been ransacked but nothing is taken, there is a still burning fire with charred bugers and hot dogs on the grill that isn't fit for eating. When I finish the observation of the "off looking" camping spot I see something that stood out from the scene, fresh streaks of blood on one part of the tent and others leading away from the camp area.

I wonder in my mind what could of happened to cause this, I know that the most known wildlife out here is a few types of birds and a family a deer that some visitors to the park enjoy seeing but whats laid out in front of me screams out a different story...either theres a bear that found its way onto the grounds and did this or whoever was here was murdered but the thing that makes me second guess myself is if this indeed a murder and not a bear mauling where are the bodies? I think of the possibility that if a bear did attack these people and serious harm took place, they may have ran for help and safety which explains why the blood stains lead away from the camping spot but then I remember that my uncle only has first aid training thats good enough for treating sprains, smalls cuts, and First Degree burns. Anything more than that then he would have to call medical servies to step in and take it from my phone again, I see that its almost five o'clock and I only have one hour before dark which means I need to book it out of here and fast but before I leave I'll let my uncle know what I found on my way out of the campground. Maybe he'll know if anything happened that caused Sarah to not be on time for picking me up.

Hoping all of my questions will be answered soon, I finally spot the visitor check-in office where my

uncle runs the operations of the campground. Running into the office I call out my uncle's name to let him know I here. "Uncle Ced! Uncle Ceeeddd! Hey it's Shawn!, Have you heard from Sarah? She was late coming to get me today. You wouldn't happen to know if something happened today for why's she late huh?" Not hearing a sound, I leave my gear at the door but take the spear with me as I hop over the counter of the check-in desk and walk into Uncle Ced's quarters. After entering into the room theres an instant shock on my face as I see what's almost an identical scene from what I encountered outside earlier. In the room was a mess of papers, a broken lamp, and an errie amount of blood splatters along with some handprints and scratches from what appears to have been signs of a struggle. Feeling the need to get out of this room fast and as far away as possible from this place if there a killer on the loose, I back up slowly from the gruesome scene and turn around to bump into a foul smelling form that appears to be bleeding a black bloody pus from what looks like a "bite" wound on the neck but what capture's my attention is this individal's face that look almost as similar to my uncle's but the realization is too late as my now "dead" uncle makes a gutteral growl and lunges at me.