CHAPTER 4
Where's my head at.
Where's your head at, Spencer Carlin.
Snap out of it.
You cannot stay in this grungy tarp forever. It smells of squirrel guts and sweet leaves.
It's simple, Spencer. Take the knife and cut the tarp.
Glen's knife… Take it, open it, cut it, you're free.
Cruuuuuuuunnnchhhhh.
"Ouuu! Sweet jesus!"
Stupid! Spencer you idiot! 20 feet in the air and you cut yourself from the tree! Fuck! My arm is bleeding now… Great! How do you suppose you're going to explain this to dad, huh?
Dad's gone… Glen's probably gone. You're alone, Spencer. You're alone.
Step up to the plate. Be a leader.
Get your shit and leave.
Food, check. Backpack, check. Crutch, check. Ripped tarp and rope, check. Glen's knife, check…
Footprints… They're everywhere. They're headed to the south.
Looks like you're going south.
South of nowhere.
Not like I have anything to lose.
Flashforward
"Carlin… I smell something in your blood… You've been lying to me haven't you? I feel the presence of some white magic and it sure as hell isn't coming from my men…"
"I swear to god, I'm not magic! I didn't even believe in this stuff before the outbreaks!"
"Please… Stop the games and tell me the truth!"
"My name is Glen Carlin and I am not a freak!"
His words echoed through the entire camp as his hands dropped to his sides and turned to crystal, instantly flexing revealing his immense muscle mass within it.
He raised his hand and pointed it towards the fowl demon and stood in front of him growing two feet in the blink of an eye.
"I am a Carlin and I feed on dark souls. Prepare to meet your maker, old man."
End Flashforward
"Glen?"
"Glen! Is that you?!"
It feels like I've been walking for days when in reality I've only walked about 3 miles from where camp was.
I followed a blood trail in the snow hoping, wishing it wasn't his.
I found him in a snow bank, shivering.
"Spencer… I told you not to follow me…."
He's so weak… I've never seen him like this. This breaks my heart!
"Big brother, you know I'll always follow you… That's why you're here… That's what little sisters do…"
I'm wetting the sweet leaves in the snow and placing them along his facial bruises and scrapes. He needs them more than I do…
"They might come back for me Spencer… We need to find a way to get out of here alive."
"You take the crutch. I'm feeling better now."
Lie. My ankle is in constant pain and my arm is even worse. He doesn't need to know that though.
"Sis, if you want us to make it out of here, we have to leave now and cover as much ground as possible. Can you help me up?"
We look so pitiful. If a hoard were to appear right now, we'd be fucked.
"Here's your knife back, Glen. I'm sure you missed it."
I tucked it in his belt and he smiled.
"Let's make like a tree and leave. I'll suck this up in no time."
He's always been a show off.
That's my big brother, Glen.