Neither the moon nor stars could be seen, blocked by an ever thickening blanket of storm clouds. In the distance the tempest was already raging, lightning periodically striking the mountain-tops. The wind whipped along the pass, picking up dust and dirt as it did so.
“Arghh, my eyes.”
“We’ve got to keep going Sam, you know we can’t stop.”
“I know, I know, but help me, I can barely see.”
“Hold my arm.”
The only light in the increasing darkness came from the approaching lightning. The brothers tried to maintain their pace, scared of falling from some unseen precipice but terrified of what they knew must be behind them.
“What was that?”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“Stop.”
“We can’t.”
“Shh.” Matt’s hiss was sharp and urgent.” “I’m telling you stop. You hear that?”
“Yeah, yeah I do… Run.”
They made it three steps.
“Hello boys.”
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