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The Story:
Work had been long and frustrating, so she decided to take a stroll through the park before heading home. Running or hiking wasn’t her thing, but she enjoyed leisurely walks through little havens of nature.
There were many cars in the park’s parking lot, but no one was anywhere in sight. Leaving her car in a shaded parking space, she headed to the beginning of the “easy” path. She intended such a light workout that she was even still in jeans.
Only a short ways down the path, she came to a small wooden bridge over a creek. As she crossed it, she saw a crowd of people encircling something in the creek just off the path. Normally, she would keep to herself, but this investigation would take minimal effort.
Coming up behind a man in the crowd, she spoke before she could see.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Quiet,” the man snapped.
“Still single, huh?”
She had little patience for rude people.
Peering over his shoulder, she saw the ground bubbling up next to the creek. Mud was forming disgusting brown bubbles that boiled and burst like a pot of water on a stove.
She was about to move closer when the spot burst into a towering geyser of mud and water. Everyone ran backwards to gain some distance but not miss a moment. She was more of a freeze up in the moment of action type, but the rude man grabbed her arm, pulling her backwards with him click this site.
One of the crowd members dipped his finger in the mixture and lightly touched it to his tongue.
“Bad idea,” the rude man muttered where only she could hear.
The man that tasted it began convulsing and foaming at the mouth. He writhed on the ground until he breathed his last and lay still. Back towards the city, they began hearing explosions and mass screams.
“We’re under attack,” he said.
“What?”
“That was a water main underground.”
He raised his voice.
“Everyone, listen! We need to stick together! The city is under attack! If you’re with us, we need to go deeper into the woods! If you’re not with us, best of luck to you!”
He took her hand.
“Come on. I’ll protect you, I promise.”
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