It was a quiet calm morning in the small town of Mountain View, Utah as a strange thick mist crept over the land. The mist slowly spread throughout the town causing farmers to harvest their fields early before the mist got to them and caused them to work as if they were blind. The townsfolk decided to close the roads in attempt to stop people from crashing. This mist came over the town by surprise causing people just to stay in today and not worry about their daily jobs.
At the time of the mist, a young farm boy named Jake was up on the mountain with a friend camping. He arose to a sudden crash as if a vehicle just swerved off the road not five yards from his tent. He ran out to see what it was but as he looked around all he could see was a white mist, this mist made it so he could not see his own hand inches in front of his face. Jake kept walking trying not to stumble over anything, now finding what the source of the sound was. The horrible sound was nothing but his friend Michael tripping himself onto some of the cooking utensils they had used the previous day. Jake went to help Michael up and then started to think of what they were going to do with all this fog.
Jake was a kid who would help out, he would drop something just to come help you even with the simplest things. Jake helped his father everyday out on the field, occasionally helped his mom tidy up the house and even assisted his two little brothers with their homework. Michael on the other hand would rather do things for himself then he would think about going and helping somebody. His household consisted of his parents and his little sister who he almost never got along with.
“Are you ok” Jake asked as he helped Michael up. “Yeah I just can’t see a thing,” Michael replied. “I don’t know where this mist came from, but I do know we can’t drive home in it,” Jake said while looking for any clear spot in his surroundings.
Both boys spent the afternoon in their tent waiting for the sky to clear up so they could start down the road and head home. Hours went by and still they could see nothing. Getting sick of waiting Michael decided to go out and explore seeing if there was a way out the mist, but as Michael started out of the tent he heard a death wrenching screech that sounded as if something had just injured itself.
Jake now stepping out of the tent in fear slowly started toward the truck on the opposite side of the campground. Jake was about half way there when he heard Michael not five yards behind him. Michael followed Jake into the cab of the truck and turned on the lights, that’s when they noticed a strange figure had followed them across the area now standing just feet from the front of the truck.
At first the figure seemed to be watching them but as they look closer they noticed it was running straight at them and at this moment it was too late. The figure crashed through the windshield of the truck and was now sitting between the boys desperately to get around to one of them. In panic Jake reached under the seat and pulled out a small pistol shooting the unknown beast several times.
The area was now silent again as if nothing had happened. Jake look at the figure discovering it was nothing but a fawn. Thinking it was just lost and thought they were predators Jake sadly sighed.
“Michael can you believe what just happened,” questioned Jake “Michael, hey Michael why aren’t you answering me.”
Looking over at his friend in the seat next to him, Jake noticed several shells had gone through the deer and pierced Michael in the arm and once in the chest. Knowing there was no time to waste Jake started the truck and headed down the to quiet mountain side.
They made it about half down the mountain when to mist started to clear. It was only seconds after that when they heard that screech again. Looking behind them Jake noticed another figure chasing them but this one was 10x bigger. In Seeing this he gradually sped up trying to out run the figure.
He made it down the mountain with out another glimpse of the huge figure but as he entered town the mist had disappeared. The town had looked as if a bomb had gone off and there were people lying on the streets everywhere. It seemed something had attacked them as they were closing the town’s local businesses and roads.
Jake headed past the deathly streets until he reached to hospital. Jake ran in side looking everywhere for somebody that could help him but in every room he found dead bodies that had started to decompose. As he got outside a huge bull moose which he guessed was the figure chasing them down the mountain had come back and it was heading towards Michael. Jake ran towards it yelling and screaming trying to scare it off instead it changed direction and was now charging Jake. Jake flipped around now running to get back inside the hospital and get out of site.
Jake hid on the second floor hoping he was safe and thinking about how to get back down to help Michael before he died. Now descended in caution from where he hid Jake made his way back out to the truck. At the time he had got out there Michael was on the ground crawling towards him.
“Michael don’t move,” Jake yelled as he ran towards him. In a weak soft voice Michael whimpered, “Jake turn around.”
By the time Jake understood what Michael had said it was to late the moose had hit him full force with his horns. Michael watched this in agony not being able to doing anything about it. He now lie there alone crying to himself until the wounds he had took his life.
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