Chapter 8.4

On her way back, Randy and Neil appeared at the edge of the clearing. They gave her such a fright that she jerked backwards almost tripping over her own feet.

“Sorry,” said Neil. “We didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Just jumpy,” Georgi said. Her face started to burn.

Randy looked up at the treehouse.

“What are they doing?” he asked.

“They are restin’,” Georgi said, trying to edge past him.

He reached out and grabbed her arm. “Resting? They didn’t do anything,” he said.

Chapter 8.3

Randy and Neil dug a grave fifty yards to the east of camp while the the girls stayed huddled in the treehouse.

Once they moved the body, Georgi went down and removed as much of the blood as she could. It was amazing how little of it there was. Maybe it just seemed that way since most of her experience was from TV or movies. She swallowed down her nausea. After heating up some water, she scrubbed her hands and arms till they turned pink.

Breathing in shaky breaths, she sat down for a moment before beginning breakfast. Neither Rosemarie nor Alex came down.

Chapter 8.2

“Momma, momma wake up,” Georgi heard Alex whisper.

She peeled her eyes open. “What is it, sweetie?”

“Somethin’s wrong with Mr. Somerset,” she said. Her voice was shaking.

Georgi could hear Murphy’s low growl as she pushed herself up out of the blankets.

Mark was standing in the middle of the clearing. His head was tilted to the side.

Chapter 8: Life Will Never Be The Same

When Georgi handed Mark the notebook, he looked like he was getting worse. His skin was hot to the touch and he was shaking so badly that he couldn’t hold the pen.

“I’ll write the letter, if you’d like,” she said.

He tried to smile and nodded.

Georgi took down the names and addresses of a few of his family members as he struggled and failed to sit up.

“When we get the chance, we will get the letters to them,” she said.