Author's Note: In this chapter there is a strong description of vomit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Plot and my own character
The Woods seemed more sinister to Chris Kratt than he cared to admit. The atmosphere around him was suffocating and claustrophobic.
Chris was walking slower than his brother and their friends.
Their wooded surroundings were silent. There was nothing. No wind, no animals and there was no sound of what so ever.
There was a sense of foreboding coming.
The younger Kratt brother feared that he was the only one that could sense it.
Or maybe it was just him.
A half hour later...
He had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't realized that Martin and the others had stopped to wait for him to catch up to them.
That is until he had almost ran into Martin himself.
"Whoa there brother!"
Startled badly by the sudden sound, Chris jumped about two feet high...literally.
Martin was also startled but it was only because of his brother's reaction to him speaking.
Chris stumbled after he tried to land on his feet.
His brother stared at him.
"Where were you CK?" asked a soft spoken voice.
It took him a second or two to place his friend's voice.
Aviva had spoken to him.
"What do you mean Aviva?" Chris asked.
Martin, Aviva, Jimmy Z, and Koki stared at him.
The only reason they had stopped was because Chris had stopped talking suddenly about an hour into their hike.
Flashback
The group of five had entered the park around 6 am. The park ranger had let the group enter the park two hours before the park actually opened.
Chris Kratt was talking to himself out loud without meaning to. About a half -hour into the hike, he had said something about it still being dark in the woods for that time of year.
They had silently agreed with their friend/brother and pulled out their head lamps.
After that they could only catch the words , sinister, suffocating, claustrophobic, and foreboding.
After that they couldn't hear anything. That's when Martin who had grown worried for his brother's safety and sanity, told them to stop.
End of flashback
Chris stared at them after Aviva told him what had happened.
Chris looked down at his watch, it was almost eight in the morning. Then he looked around. It was still dark and there was still a sense of foreboding. The only difference he could now hear was the noise that the birds, the trees and the wind were now making.
"Chris what is wrong with you today bro?" Martin demanded worriedly.
A pale faced Chris looked up at his taller older brother.
Chris stayed silent.
Knowing that he wasn't going to get an answer from his almost catatonic brother anytime soon, Martin sighed.
"Martin what do you want to do? We are about two hours into our hike." Koki said.
"I don't know" came a mutter from her friend.
Koki, Jimmy, and Aviva stared at each other.
Three out of the five were confused with what was going on around them.
Four out the five were worried for the youngest (but not the youngest) member of their team.
One out of the five was nearly catatonic and wasn't making any sense of anything.
There was silence for nearly thirty minutes.
"Marty? I don't feel so good"
Before anyone could say anything, Chris Kratt threw up.
This sick was different. It wasn't normal. There was no chunks of what Chris had eaten that morning or anything that had been digested the night before. There was no stomach fluids or bile, and/or liquid.
It wasn't brown, green, or even a yellowish color.
It was a solid black color. There was nothing in it. It was thick like mud.
They watched with sick fascination. If she wasn't so worried or some what grossed out, the scientist in Aviva would have grabbed a sample to be tested later to see what was in the black sick.
Martin didn't know what to do. This wasn't normal.
"Christ" Martin swore.
The black sick reacted.
After what seemed like forever, though in reality it was only seconds, Chris made a sound.