She sat in the rocking chair trembling as she listened to the scraping noises coming down the hall. She wanted to get out but her body wouldn't let her. tears streamed down her face and her long blonde hair stuck to her cheek. Her eyes were glued to the hallway as the darkness consumed the light. She knew the front door was just around the corner but she would have to enter the front of the hallway to make it.
The scraping got louder and she sobbed in and held her breath. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and a slight wine came from her throat. This couldn't really be happening but she knew it was. Her bare foot were wet and muddy mixed with fresh cut grass. she started to rub her feet on the carpet to get better traction. If she was going to escape, it would have to be soon. Just the thought of running for the door brought out another sob and she put her hands over her mouth to try to stifle the noise.
Every thing had started out fine and now she was the only one left. New tears sprang to her eyes and her vision blurred as she wiped them with the back of her hand. Black mascara smudged across her hand and she rubbed it off on her shorts. She took three deep breaths and tried to stop sobbing. When she got done with that she grabbed the rocking chair with both hands and her body tensed up like a runner on the starting line. She dug her feet into the floor under the chair and leaned forward. The scraping sounded like it was coming from the room closest the front door but she couldn't be for sure.
She sprung out of the chair and screamed as she ran toward the door. She stumbled a little and it was everything she could do to stay on her feet. She slammed into the wall hard with her left shoulder and the whole house shook. She dipped her right shoulder like a football player fighting for that extra yard and pushed herself around the corner toward the front entrance way. Just as she entered the hall the bedroom door closest to her splintered outward into the hall and she fell toward the door and grabbed the doorknob with both hands. She heard the roar fill the house as she clawed at the doorknob trying to will it to open. She opened the door just as her right shoulder fell into it and it slammed shut. She heard a low rumble and she thought she could feel warm air on the back of her leg.
She yanked the door with all her might and it slammed into the wall and it stuck as the door knob embedded itself into the wall. She hit the screen door with her body and her hand at the same time and it opened under her weight. The screen tore in the door and part of her body went through the door. The door frame came apart and she stumbled into the yard still holding the handle and the frame attached to it. She let go as she tumbled across the yard and came up running. She heard a loud grunt and knew it was close.
The Bright red pickup was all she could see as the rain splattered across her face. in six steps she was there and dove over the side of the truck landing in the bed hard but she didn't have time to lick her wounds. The whole truck rocked up on two tires and she heard the metal crumple. She rolled over the rail as the truck came down and bounced on it suspension. The Bear was standing on its hind legs and it roared into the night air. she grabbed the passenger door flinging it open and grabbed the barrel of the lever action rifle dragging to off the rack.
she turned it around and fired a shot into the chest of the bear as she backed away from the truck. The bear came down on all fours and suddenly the truck rolled over almost hitting her. She jumped behind a tree and the bear came up over the truck after her. She fired another shot and the bear just kept coming. another shot and the bear came around the tree. She ran around the front of the upside down truck and the bear slipped as it tried to make the hard left turn to catch her. She turned around and shot the bear in the head as it regained it's legs she worked the lever action again as the bear screamed out in pain. Now she was on auto pilot and she shot again and again then click the rifle was empty. The bear stood there on all fours not 15 feet from her panting as blood ran down it's face. It started toward her and she backed away holding the rifle between her and the bear. The bear rumbled a low guttural sound and then just laid down and she could hear the its breathing become labored.
She slid down into the mud with the weapon laying across her lap. She screamed out into the woods as the rain came down in sheets. She sobbed a few more times then got back to her feet and looked at the grizzle. It lay there a dark lump of wet fur and it stunk something awful. She didn't know what she was going to do now but she thought she would live in the city with her new lever action rifle.
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