The Search for Sasquatch

Chapter 3: Day/Night 7

By: Aaron Gamemaster

Several days have passed, it was now day 7, and there were no results in the thermal images that the nightly plane took, which showed no signs of Sasquatch.

The S.F.S.S.F. team was getting frustrated. They have been out in the forest for 7 days, and nothing.

"Maybe he isn't here." Jeff said, (by the way, he had 2 more nightmares over the 6 night period) drinking lemonade, and sitting on a bench.

"This is crap! This stupid radio! IT'S NOT WORKING!" Joey was screaming. "I'm getting tired of this." He said, finally settling down, and sitting next to Jeff.

Someone ran up from the back side of the camp. "Hey! Hey! Jeff!" he screamed, as he ran up to him. "You…" he said, panting from the running. "I just…"

"Spit it out Kent!" Jeff ordered.

"I was talking…" he took a breath. "To our supervisor, at San Fierro… He found… something… You need to take a look."

They walked for about 10 minutes, to the freeway; his car was parked along the road.

A red car drove by.

What the hell? Jeff wondered, it looked like the car he had seen that one night… Oh well.

They got into his Cheetah, and rove up to a forest area, with a view of San Fierro. Kent stopped the car. Police vehicle were everywhere. News vans were too, and a crowd of police investigators, and some civilians, who had parked their car along the road that swerves uphill, were trying to see what happened. They were at The Panopticion.

Jeff got out, and tried to see what had happened. A big black cop stepped in his way, "No civilians sir!"

"Back of pal" Jeff responded.

"NO! YOU back… off!" he made a face. Jeff started walking to the left; he caught a glimpse in the forest, near the small set of buildings.

There was a bike, mangled, all bent up, and a biker, his body too, was mangled, one of his legs had been torn off at the knee, and chewed on, covered in dry blood. Flies were all over it, his head was half there, the other half no where to be found. His guts, soaking in a puddle of fresh blood, lay spread across the ground, about 7 feet away from him. Teeth marks covered his body, and that was all Jeff saw, until the cop pushed him back.

Jeff stomped off, angrily, and said, "Let's go Kent."

It was 1:46, and they drove back to the camp.

It was dark in the forest, Jeff and Joey ran, but got split up, Jeff looked around, having no idea where he was. Meanwhile, back where Joey was headed, the dark forest was red, through the eyes of something, moving fast, screaming up ahead.

Joey was running, in the sight of the redness through the eyes of the mystic beast. Joey, sweating, and fatigued, tripped over and invisible long, in the darkness of the forest.

He put his hand up and screamed, the creature jumped on him. The sound of teeth tearing through his flesh, and bones crackling sent pain throughout Joey's body.

"AHHHH!" Jeff screamed.

"CARP!" Screamed Kent, in the driver's seat of the car. The car swerved a little, almost going off the road, but Kent regained control over it. "What the hell Jeff? I'm never driving you again! Scared the crap out of me!"

Jeff, coming back to reality, realized he had dozed off, they were on the highway, heading up to the Back O' Beyond.

They arrived at the trail, and took the 10 minute walk to the site.

"Anything?" Jeff asked.

"No" said Joey.

"Okay, let's pack up, we are moving north, while we still have the chance before dark.

Several hours later.

It was 7 o' clock. Just like the first night, the sunset through the trees was beautiful. They had set up camp in the forest, around Beacon Hill; near the very road Jeff had encountered the mystic beast.

They had the tents set up, and tomorrow they would have the sound, and thermal imaging cameras set up.

The air got cold; Jeff walked inside his tent and put on his "Rockstar" sweatshirt on. Joey got out the grill, and starting making hamburgers and hotdogs.

A few minutes later, everyone was around a campfire, as the sun went down, the area light up by lights, not torches this time. The sounds of the forest were soothing, the frogs croaking in the distance, howls howling, they even head a wolf howling in the background.

"So uh… How have you been Joey?" asked Jeff.

"I miss T.V. damn! I knew I should have bought that portable television when I had the chance!"

"No, don't its crap! You only get like, 2 channels, and bad reception, especially out in these woods. My brother got one, a waste of money." Jessica Explained.
Jeff chomped down his hamburger, the sun was now gone, "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." Jeff zipped open his tent, and hit the hay.

"Me too." Jessica got up, and walked into a tent.

Joey and Kent put out the fire, and went into a tent, and starting playing their Game Boy's, and talked, they were really good friends.

An hour had passed by the time they had finished dinner. They had a lot to do tomorrow. Jeff thought while lying in bed, that body really freaked him out. He wanted to leave, that could happen to him. And just what did that daydream mean? Is Joey going to die?

Jessica came into his tent; she had a bottle water, and pills.

"Do you want these?" she asked, showing him a few red pills.

"What are they?" he asked.

"Sleeping pills, it will help you sleep better, hopefully without any nightmares."

"Sure." He swallowed the pills, the cold water was refreshing, and Jessica laid down with him on the bed, and fell asleep with him…

Jessica woke up, at 3 something a.m. It was strange… It was as quiet as a library, no sounds. Nothing, no animals, she started to worry…

Next chapter: Chapter 4: "Sightings"

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