Authors: Constantine De Bohon
creepy, like hands were sliding against her and she hastened her
steps.
When Sky walked through the cave opening and into the
brilliant sunlight, she blinked rapidly. She gazed about with
interest. The trees were tall, stretching to the cloudless blue sky.
Mountains were in the distance. The foliage was green and lush.
The sun was blazing high above her. She took a step forward and
yelped when her foot stepped onto something sharp. Sky hopped
to a large rock. She felt panicked. Her hiking boots and socks were
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gone. When her behind hit the cold hard rock she gasped in
surprise and jumped back up. Not only were her boots and socks
goneso were the rest of her clothes!
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Chapter 1
Sky wrapped her arm around her breasts, her hand lowered to
shield her vaginal area. Her eyes darted everywhere at once
frantically. What happened to her clothes? She couldn’t let Brody
see her naked. She would never hear the end of it. The jokes he
would crack as he would stare at her chest and declare them the
flatlands. She could use Band-Aids as bras. He would point and
laugh and ask her if it was her mound or had a mouse fallen asleep
on her crotch. She stood, shaking with some indecision, thinking to
run back into the cave, but that was where Rolf was. She didn’t
want him seeing her naked either, comparing her to Colleen’s
voluptuous body.
She shifted from foot to foot uncertainly. She couldn’t just
stand there naked, anyone could come alongno, it would be
safer with Rolf. Feeling positive Rolf wouldn’t hesitate to hand her
his shirt, she crept closer to the cave, waiting, and wondering. At
any minute would someone jump out and yell surprise? It had to be
a joke. But how the hell did they get her clothes? Maybe they had
planted some chemical in the foggy mist. The idea was plausible.
Being an archeologist, Brody was always interested in anything that
could disintegrate cloth but not existing flesh or bone. Brody had
access to some very ‘stupid’ intelligent friends who were also
pranksters. But she wouldn’t believe Rolf was involved, especially
if it were experimental. No, more than likely he would be just as
pissed as she was.
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When Sky reentered the cave, all the steam seemed to have
disappeared. The cave was cold and dark—stale. She had lost her
flashlight. It was nowhere to be seen. Hesitantly, she ventured
further. She swallowed heavily. It was dim but thankfully the
sunlight behind her cast just enough light to move forward. Her
arms clasped harder at her breasts when she shivered. She could
still feel the coolness of the coins inside the pouch in her one closed
palm.
“Colleen?” she whispered. No response. “
Colleen
.” Louder and
more urgent. She whimpered. “Rolf?”
Only dead silence greeted her. She walked back through the
cave until she came to the original opening she had come
through—or so she thought. When she exited there were no
vehicles. Everything looked different. Like the other entrance, the
foliage out here was lush; the trees so massive five people holding
hands couldn’t span the trunks.
Where is the jeep?
“Rolf?” she called. Her voice seemed lost in the vastness
before her. All sense of propriety vanished. “Brody!” she yelled.
A bird twittered loudly, flying off in a flurry from a low
branch and she spun about. Vegetation crunched under her tender
feet in her moment of panic until she took care where to step. She
realized this wasn’t the same cave entrance they had used. Nothing
looked the same, it was so eerie. The air smelled different…alone.
She knew it was an odd analysis, but no matter where Sky had ever
ventured there had always been the telltale odor of some type of
civilization. Her teeth chattered in her growing fear. Uneasily she
realized this was no joke. Even Brody wouldn’t be this cruel. The
man was dense, but not mean.
“Rolf?”
No one answered.
Sky ventured farther into the forest. Shallow puffs of her
quick intake of breath made her heart pound harder. Tentative
fingers trailed over tree bark and lifted to push at hanging vines.
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She couldn’t stop her body from quivering. Cautious feet made
minimal sound on the earth floor strewn with old and new leaves.
Tiny twigs snapped and she cringed, treading lighter. Never in her
life had she seen woods such as these. Where on earth was she?
“Hello?” she called, her voice tight and scratchy.
She stopped caring that she was nude, she just wanted to hear
a human voice, throw herself into human armseven Brody’s. She
realized then how frightened she was. Gingerly, she took small
baby steps. She climbed over a few logs and stumps, all the while
wondering if she should head back to the cave. She stopped and
looked back; she had traversed farther than she realized because the
cave was no longer within her sight. Perhaps if she walked far
enough she would find someone. Rolf had to be looking for her,
but he would be looking in the cave. Sky turned and went back. It
became apparent she was already lost. Was the cave to her left or
to her right?
“Rolf?” she cried out loudly.
Find me
.
Sky perched delicately on a fallen log, the moss felt moist and
cool against her bare backside. Her feet were already tender from
the hard ground. Her toes curled in the chill air.
The best thing to do
when lost is to remain right where I am.
She shivered as the sun slowly
began to set in the horizon. Her stomach growled. She wondered if
Rolf was as frantic as she was feeling. No doubt he was. As the sun
dipped lower, Sky felt her hackles rise when a wolf howled in the
distance. Sky scrambled to her feet, once more her heart
hammered within her chest. She dropped her coin pouch onto the
log, not caring as some spilled and climbed the nearest tree. Up,
up she went into its vastness. She hoped her body was undetectable
from the ground to the creatures of the night. Her arms wrapped
around the massive trunk, her behind settling onto a huge limb.
Her legs, that had been dangling pulled to her chest. Naked, cold,
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hungry and frightened, she spent the night clinging precariously to
the tree branches trembling.
When the first hint of morning came, Sky ventured from the
tree. Her body was cramped. She was exhausted and feeling
lethargic from the cold. She stretched and shook out her limbs.
From the very recesses of her mind she knew she had to get mobile
or die. Bending down she picked up the dew-covered coins that
had spilled in her haste the previous night. She emptied the
contents of the pouch into her hand. Twenty coins in all. She
dropped them back into the pouch feeling if she had to, she would
pay someone for food and clothes. Too bad for Rolf that they
belonged to him, because he was part of the reason she was in this
mess. Rolf should have stopped Brody’s teasing long ago. She
didn’t care if the damned man stirred mixed emotions in her. The
next time Brody said something, she would charge him with sexual
harassment!
Sky began walking in what she hoped was the direction of the
cave. She stumbled along for hours, ever wary of the vegetation
that pulled at her unclad body. Thankfully, the sun rose to filter in
through the tall trees to warm her. The forest seemed to go on
forever. It began to grow late in the day again all too soon. She was
terrified she would spend another long, lonely, frigid night alone.
Sky whimpered gratefully when a stream came into view. She
raced to it parched. Huge mouthfuls of cold water slid past her
lips. In her eagerness she choked, coughed, then let the water glide
down her throat until she was finally satisfied. The chilly water was
invigorating. It sharpened her mind.
An enterprising young woman, Sky searched the banks. She
knew she needed to start a fire. Without some type of clothing or
warmth she was subject to hypothermia. But if she had water and
warmth she would survive longer and give her rescuers much
needed time to track her down. There was no doubt in her mind
that someone would find her. Luck was on her side. She found iron
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pyrite and some flint. She willed her intelligent mind to take
charge of her situation. Iron pyrite, or fool’s gold, was the most
common of sulfide minerals. Flint was a hard sedimentary
cryptocrystalline. When struck together, the two produced a
spark. If she could collect dried kindling, she would have heat and a
modicum of protection from wild animals. If she could gather
some pine needles, they would smoke and perhaps give someone
an indication she was out here.
Her thoughts began to race. She looked down at her hip
where she had banged into a broken branch on a tree. A bruise was
beginning to form. Sky always seemed to be battling anemia. She
had to get food. If she were to turn over a few logs and rocks she
could find worms and insects to fish with. All she needed was some
strong vine and a twig sharpened at each end with a stone.
Sky glanced at her immediate area wondering how to make a
shelter. Her mind filled with determination and optimism. She was
going to survive, she just needed her wits about her. An odd aroma
reached to invade her mind’s ramblings. She stood and sniffed the
air. A familiar smell teased her nostrils and her heart filled with
mounting hope—she smelled smoke. It wasn’t wishful thinking
either. Her eyes lifted to the sky and she saw a dark cloud billow in
the distance. The stones she held clutched within her palm dropped
to the ground in relief. She had never started a fire that way. Now
it would seem she wouldn’t have to. Hurriedly, Sky followed the
distant cloud. Someone must be there; someone had to be there.
On and on she ran until a small village came into view. Sky
ventured closer with caution, she was nude after all. Her eyes grew
wide with puzzlement. No one was about. The homes were odd
structures—wood, stone and mudlike. The thatched roofs were
also made of wood and mud and thick grass. There were eight of
them, one was burnt almost to the ground and still smoldered. It
looked like a movie setting for an old Viking film—a battle scene
of destruction.
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“Hello?” Her voice cracked and she called out again. Dead
silence greeted her.
She walked cautiously to a door that was partway open and
pushed on the heavy wood. It swung slowly inwards. It was dark
inside, only a small amount of light from an open leather flap at the
window shone in. It took a moment for her to adjust from the light
outside. Her eyes blinked in shocked surprise. A woman was nude
lying across a table belly down. She wasn’t moving, her hands were
tied behind her back. The sight, even though before her, wasn’t
registering. It was a mistake, a hoax. Morbid curiosity moved her
to prove herself wrong. Sky’s feet shuffled forward as though made
of lead as she ventured forth timidly. The woman’s eyes were open
in a sightless terrified stare. When Sky reached to check for a pulse
at the woman’s neck she felt a slickness. When her hand pulled
away, it was covered in blood. She gazed upon it with
incomprehension. She knew what it was, she just couldn’t believe
it was on her hand. Her body began to shake with fear. The woman
was dead, murdered. This was no movie scene, it was real. Sky
threw up the water she had just drunk.
Sky backed out of the hut shaking. She ventured into home
after home, desperate to find someone alive. She became more
horrified with each discovery. Everyone—old men, women and
children of all ages, babes in arms—was dead. Each one
slaughtered. The last home was where she found clothing near a
young man’s body, the only things not saturated in blood. With
repentance she reached for the material feeling guilty as though
stealing, or disturbing the lad’s rest.
“I’m so sorry.”
She heard an apology muttered then realized she had spoken
the words aloud. She threw the shirt over her head; it was way too
big, concealing her hands in cuffs that hung. The baggy material
dropped just past her hips and was bulky, giving her a broader
appearance. It was heavy for such soft material. Her hand lifted to
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the front of the garment. Across her chest the feel of stiff hardened
leather was apparent, and flattened her already tiny breasts further.