Sharkyshark
Just chillin'
The trail to the pond, overgrown at the best of times, had been rendered almost impassable by the storm. Downed trees had to be navigated or climbed over, the ground was slippery with mud, and landmarks that had previously pointed the way were nowhere to be seen. The thick fog and increasing darkness didn’t help either, the decreased visibility giving a claustrophobic effect to the looming trees. The forest was eerily quiet as Gus made his way towards the pond, without so much as an owl’s hoot to break the unnatural silence.
It took over an hour for Gus to pick his way through the dark woods and make his way to the pond. As he made his way into the clearing, however, his flashlight would reveal a scene of utter chaos and destruction. The wreckage of a small single-engine plane laid half-submerged in the pond, tangled up in the splintered trunks of the trees it must have hit on the way down. The rainbow sheen of oil covered the surface of the pond, glittering under Gus’ beam of light. As he scanned across the clearing, he’d spot a grisly sight: a human corpse, lying on its back beside the water. The face was gone, torn away to the bone as though some scavenger had already been at it. The chest and stomach were ripped open as well, entrails spread out across the dirt. This didn’t look like the work of vultures, something big had torn this unfortunate person apart. To make matters worse, judging by the still-steaming entrails and fresh blood...it had happened just minutes before.
Off to Gus’ right, a shrub rustled.
It took over an hour for Gus to pick his way through the dark woods and make his way to the pond. As he made his way into the clearing, however, his flashlight would reveal a scene of utter chaos and destruction. The wreckage of a small single-engine plane laid half-submerged in the pond, tangled up in the splintered trunks of the trees it must have hit on the way down. The rainbow sheen of oil covered the surface of the pond, glittering under Gus’ beam of light. As he scanned across the clearing, he’d spot a grisly sight: a human corpse, lying on its back beside the water. The face was gone, torn away to the bone as though some scavenger had already been at it. The chest and stomach were ripped open as well, entrails spread out across the dirt. This didn’t look like the work of vultures, something big had torn this unfortunate person apart. To make matters worse, judging by the still-steaming entrails and fresh blood...it had happened just minutes before.
Off to Gus’ right, a shrub rustled.