Ash and Sherry drove around for what seemed like hours and Ash was starting to run out of gas. It looked like it couldn't get worse for the two, then it did. They decided to stop for the night. Sherry built a campfire and Ash went out looking for something to eat. After about ten minuets he was able to blast a coyote with his gun. He dragged the coyote back to the fire. When he got there he couldn't find Sherry. He called out to her a couple of times, but got no answer back. He figured that she had gone to the bathroom but got lost.
He grabbed a flaming stick out of the fire and started to walk around looking for her. He was about fifty yards away from the campfire when he started to hear sounds. He took out his gun and got ready for anything. He heard a sound behind him and he spun around. Then he heard a sound from his left and he turned that way, then his right then back to the front. Then suddenly he was hit from behind. He fell to the ground and his gun and torch both flew from his hands. He crawled forward to try to grab them, but then was hit in the head and knocked out.
He awoke a few hours later. His head hurt and he was real groggy. A thin line of sunlight came in through a hole in the roof of the hut he was in. He tried to stand up, but realized that his hands and feet were tied. He struggled and struggled but couldn't get free.
"HELP!' he yelled, "SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF HERE!" He was starting to get pissed. He yelled and screamed and made a ruckus trying to get someone to come and get him.
Finally someone did. The door in the hut opened, and a large man stood in the doorway. At first Ash couldn't see who it was as the sun was bright behind the man. Then the man stepped forward and Ash could clearly make out the features of a Native American man. Without saying a word, the Indian stepped up to Ash and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. Ash yelled for him to let him go, but the man ignored him and dragged him out of the hut.
He was dragged into a large circle in the middle of many similar huts as the one he was in. On the outside of the circle he could see his car. To his left was Sherry, bound as he was and being held by another Indian. In front of him was an elderly man with a large headdress holding his gun. Ash assumed that this man was the chief. The man said something in his native tongue. Ash didn't know what he said, but it didn't sound good as everybody started to yell and scream in what was apparently amusement.
Sherry looked over to him and asked, "What are they going to do with us?"
But before Ash could say that he didn't know, two men picked him up and dragged him away. The dragged him to the other side of the huts where there was a fenced off circle. Ash looked into the circle and his heart sank when he saw what it was containing. Inside, tied to a pole in the center, was a deadite. Ash didn't have a good feeling about where this was going.
The two men threw him into the ring. One hopped in after him and cut the ropes that bound his hands and feet, then quickly went back over the fence. Ash tried to follow, but men with knives, and bows and arrows stopped him. Ash then knew what they wanted him to do, he was going to have to fight this deadite bear handed. He'd done it before, but he didn't like to, they were squishy when you punched them. The one good thing was that it was tied to a post and could only get so far. Then an arrow flew past his head and cut the rope that tied the deadite.
The only thing Ash could say to this was, "Shit."
He grabbed a flaming stick out of the fire and started to walk around looking for her. He was about fifty yards away from the campfire when he started to hear sounds. He took out his gun and got ready for anything. He heard a sound behind him and he spun around. Then he heard a sound from his left and he turned that way, then his right then back to the front. Then suddenly he was hit from behind. He fell to the ground and his gun and torch both flew from his hands. He crawled forward to try to grab them, but then was hit in the head and knocked out.
He awoke a few hours later. His head hurt and he was real groggy. A thin line of sunlight came in through a hole in the roof of the hut he was in. He tried to stand up, but realized that his hands and feet were tied. He struggled and struggled but couldn't get free.
"HELP!' he yelled, "SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF HERE!" He was starting to get pissed. He yelled and screamed and made a ruckus trying to get someone to come and get him.
Finally someone did. The door in the hut opened, and a large man stood in the doorway. At first Ash couldn't see who it was as the sun was bright behind the man. Then the man stepped forward and Ash could clearly make out the features of a Native American man. Without saying a word, the Indian stepped up to Ash and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. Ash yelled for him to let him go, but the man ignored him and dragged him out of the hut.
He was dragged into a large circle in the middle of many similar huts as the one he was in. On the outside of the circle he could see his car. To his left was Sherry, bound as he was and being held by another Indian. In front of him was an elderly man with a large headdress holding his gun. Ash assumed that this man was the chief. The man said something in his native tongue. Ash didn't know what he said, but it didn't sound good as everybody started to yell and scream in what was apparently amusement.
Sherry looked over to him and asked, "What are they going to do with us?"
But before Ash could say that he didn't know, two men picked him up and dragged him away. The dragged him to the other side of the huts where there was a fenced off circle. Ash looked into the circle and his heart sank when he saw what it was containing. Inside, tied to a pole in the center, was a deadite. Ash didn't have a good feeling about where this was going.
The two men threw him into the ring. One hopped in after him and cut the ropes that bound his hands and feet, then quickly went back over the fence. Ash tried to follow, but men with knives, and bows and arrows stopped him. Ash then knew what they wanted him to do, he was going to have to fight this deadite bear handed. He'd done it before, but he didn't like to, they were squishy when you punched them. The one good thing was that it was tied to a post and could only get so far. Then an arrow flew past his head and cut the rope that tied the deadite.
The only thing Ash could say to this was, "Shit."