The Wildman (2013)
“The rain had stopped, at least for the time being, but Jeff could tell by how fast the weather front was moving that there was more—and probably worse weather—on the way. As he made his way along the winding path leading out to the old infirmary, he had his flashlight in hand, but he kept it turned off. He didn’t want anyone—especially Evan—to know where he was headed.
The going was sloppy. There were puddles everywhere, and much of the trail had turned to mud. He made his way around or through ankle-deep streams of runoff. Thick mud clung like paste to his sneakers, threatening to pull them off his feet with every few steps. It wasn’t long before Jeff’s pants were saturated from the knees down. Water clinging to the overhanging branches dropped, snapping and popping on his hood like tiny bullets.
As he made his way deeper into the woods, Jeff felt tension rising inside him. Overhead, the pine trees swayed in the wind, their branches clacking like old bones with every powerful gust.
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