Dark Mountain (1987)
Dark Mountain
“Karen was lying motionless on her open sleeping bag, arms and legs spread wide. He pressed a hand below her rib cage. He felt the rise and fall of her breathing, and he started to cry.
“Karen?” he whispered. She didn’t stir.
In a boot near her head, he found a flashlight. He turned it on, and shined the light on her face. Her eyelids trembled, but didn’t open. Her left cheekbone was swollen. Her face was slick in places. Teeth marks on her cheek, her mouth. It was all blurry through Scott’s tea...rs. Sobbing quietly, he backhanded the tears from his eyes.
“Dad?” Julie’s voice. “How is she?”
“Alive.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
Julie crawled through the flap, and knelt beside him. “Is she unconscious?”
“Yeah.” He moved the beam down her body.
Julie groaned as it lit wet shiny places and crooked teeth marks on Karen’s left shoulder and breast. “God,” she murmured.
Fingers had put scratches and red imprints on her skin, but Scott saw no blood, no stab wounds.MoreLess
“Karen?” he whispered. She didn’t stir.
In a boot near her head, he found a flashlight. He turned it on, and shined the light on her face. Her eyelids trembled, but didn’t open. Her left cheekbone was swollen. Her face was slick in places. Teeth marks on her cheek, her mouth. It was all blurry through Scott’s tea...rs. Sobbing quietly, he backhanded the tears from his eyes.
“Dad?” Julie’s voice. “How is she?”
“Alive.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
Julie crawled through the flap, and knelt beside him. “Is she unconscious?”
“Yeah.” He moved the beam down her body.
Julie groaned as it lit wet shiny places and crooked teeth marks on Karen’s left shoulder and breast. “God,” she murmured.
Fingers had put scratches and red imprints on her skin, but Scott saw no blood, no stab wounds.MoreLess
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