That Feeling
Ok now we're actually getting into this, sorry the prologue was so short. The chapters will be longer I assure you, don't forget to leave me comments. :) I do not own Slender...for now...
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"Please miss, we only need somewhere to stay for a few nights. Surely that can't be a problem?" I looked at the couple with an analyzing stare...he was trying to bullshit me. I could hear him trying to sound sincere but his eyes didn't say it, nor did his stance. As soon as I would have gotten them to my hideout they would take me down and rob me blind, and that wasn't going to happen. I replied in a monotonous voice, "It's not up for question, I can't help you. I'm sorry. Maybe you can try and find shelter in the town a ways up the road, last time I checked it wasn't completely infested with the dead." I could see his eyes narrow and his jaw set as if he was angered by my choice, his girlfriend didn't seem all too happy about it either. I shrugged it off and watched them walk past me in a huff, looking back a few time as I turned and made my way down the gravel path that would eventually lead into a forest. Some would say that I was foolish for trekking into the woods alone, maybe even crazy, but I knew that there was a cabin out here that may have not been touched by the hands of ransackers yet. I was running a bit low on some medical supplies and ammo, and I didn't think it would hurt to get some more food stored up either. As I listened to the quiet crunching of the gravel beneath my boots I wondered why there were no birds singing, it was still early and the infection surely couldn't have wiped them all out...could it? I kept wondering about nominal things while all the while my eyes scanned the path ahead of me and the fields beside me, waiting, watching for anything considered a threat, anything that spelled danger to me. Sometimes it was tiering to always be looking and watching, always waiting for it to happen, but the way I saw it...the less problems I had to worry about the better. I was about to push my way through the low gate that lead into the shady woods but an odd sensation made me halt in my tracks, it was the sensation that made my spine tingle and my hair stand on end. I narrowed my eyes and pulled the rifle from my back, crouching low and carefully scanning the area for the dead or the living, but I saw nothing. I shouldered my weapon with a huff and waited some more, still not feeling convinced with myself, but nothing ever showed. I scanned the small clearing once more before breaking off the rusted lock and entering the pine filled forest, all the while feeling those imaginary watchful eyes on my retreating form...
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I cursed as my pencil tip broke and made an awkward line across part of the page I had been writing on, frustrating me further. I had stopped for a break and decided to write in my journal while I ate my energy bar, it helped me focus on the events at hand. I wanted to record anything and everything that I came across, felt, experienced...everything. I had started this when my family had died so that I had something to keep me grounded emotionally, my sister had always called it a stupid hobby but now it was like a lifeline to me. I pulled a small sharpener from my pocket and quickly sharpened my pencil before finishing my sentence, it was about my most current run in with the couple. I read over the last few sentences over as if they were a mantra, "Still can't trust the living...still can't run from the dead..." It rang through my mind like a prayer, making me just want to stop. I shook the poisoning thoughts from my head and decided that my break was over and I'd had enough of my journal for now, I needed to get to that cabin before nightfall. I was lucky that I had only seen a hand full of dead, usually two or one at a time, nothing serious, but my luck streak ended when I saw a group of about seven up ahead, feasting on a fallen deer. Just hearing the gnashing of their teeth and the ripping of flesh made me sick, I scrunched my nose up in disgust and moved quietly behind a tree, waiting for the right moment to move to the next. Using the same maneuver I had managed to make it past the mob with only slight difficulty and I jogged slightly until they were out of sight, letting a sigh of relief escape my lungs. I may have killed enough but the sight of one was still enough to strike fear into my heart, that's what kept me alive...the fear. Too many had gotten comfortable or used to seeing the dead all around and they let their guard down too often. I wiped the sweat from my brow and chugged down more water before making sure I was still on track, I felt accomplished with myself as I saw the yellow marker on the tree with an arrow indicating the way to go. I began to walk again but something made me stop, it was the sound of another pair of footsteps echoing mine. I turned and looked around nervously, my mind bouncing around going over defensive maneuvers and getting ready to run if need be...but there was nothing. No dead, no living...nothing. "I must be going crazy...just my mind." I muttered to myself to ease the tension in the air but it did nothing to alleviate the stress, I turned and continued walking until I heard the footsteps again. I stopped walking and the noise disappeared, I started up again and so did they. I clenched my eyes shut as slight paranoia began to set in my mind, making me pick up the pace. After a few moments I was practically sprinting through the trees, not caring how stupid or weak the idea was...I just had to get away from them. By the time I stopped running I check my watch, thanking god that it was solar powered but cursing because of the shade, and I just barely read out the fading numbers that read 6:00 p.m. Had it really been that long since I had walked here? I could've sworn I would have reached it by at least 4:30 but my timing was off by a few hours. I looked around for the green arrow showing that the cabin was only about a minute from where I stood, my breathing nearly stopped as I saw that it was about 10 yards to the side of me. How did I get this far over? Was it the footsteps pushing me away? I looked around, noticing that they had stopped, and walked over to the large tree to follow the arrow again. I walked over the last slope and felt relief flood me as I saw the familiar cabin standing where it had always stood, in between the two large pine trees, the blue paint of the door looking faded but none the less it stood there. I carefully made my way to the door, weapon drawn, and pushed it open making sure that no one had invaded. Once it had been cleared I found a few gallons of stowed away gasoline and filled the generator enough to power the lights for then night. I felt better as I was surrounded with light again, but as I shut the door I never shook the feeling of the feeling of being watched...