by Dave Bowman
“Yeah, sweetie, it’s nothing personal,” said the other voice. “We just need some information.”
“Let me go!” Liz said, struggling against the rope. “Let me go and I won’t tell the others what you’ve done.”
“Sorry, Liz,” James said. “We’ve got to keep you contained for now.”
“Well, at least take this blindfold off me,” she pleaded.
One of them grabbed her chin roughly, his hands icy against her skin. “This ain’t about what you want. Don’t you get that?”
It was the other man, whose breath reeked and whose voice had a mean edge to it.
“This is how this is going to work. If you play nice and tell us what we want, we might let you live. If you try to be the hero and save your friends, you’re as dead as they’re going to be.”
Liz groaned and struggled, kicking against the floor. It was a wooden floor, she could tell from the sound it made as she kicked it. And it sounded like they were in a small room -- the sounds didn’t project or echo at all.
She stopped struggling when she realized they were laughing at her. She couldn’t get free, anyway.
“Cut that out,” the cold one said. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“What do you want? The lodge? They’ll shoot you before you can get in.”
“Not if we shoot them first,” James said. His voice had lost all the gentleness it had when he had spoken to her those times in the woods. Now, his voice had a detached, cruel tone to it.
“Yeah, we’ll get rid of your little friends there, and then we’ll have that nice setup all to ourselves,” the other one said.
“Why do you need our lodge?” Liz asked. “You have shelter here, and you can scavenge for food in stores and homes.”
“Why would we do that when you and your pals have such a pimped out place right here in these woods? A nice big house, well water, weapons, food reserves, and you even got some gardens started for us.”
Liz gasped. “You’ve been spying on us all along.”
“If you cooperate, we’ll let you live long enough to plant that garden for us,” James continued. “Some baked potatoes would sure hit the spot.”
“You’ll never take that lodge,” Liz sputtered.
“Sure we will,” the cold one said. “With your help, of course.”
“I’m not telling you anything.”
James ignored her. “Where are the traps located on the property?”
“I’m not talking to you,” she said stubbornly.
The cold, abrupt sting of a hand slapping her face surprised her, and she recoiled, sucking her breath in.
“It’s time for you to cooperate, princess.”
“We need to know the security system for that lodge,” James said.
Liz cringed from the sharp blow she had received. She didn’t want to talk to them, much less give them information about Nick’s lodge, but she was terrified of being hit again. Not having her vision added to her terror -- she never knew what to expect.
“There is none,” she said, her voice trembling.
“You’re lying,” the other one said.
“I saw you, the tall guy, and that kid laying traps today,” James said. “We know there’s something in place to protect the perimeter of the property.”
“It’s just trip wire,” she said, miserable and guilty for giving them information. “We were going to attach alarms to it, but we didn't get to that part yet. We were going to do that tomorrow.”
There was silence for a moment, and she imagined the two men looking at each other and communicating without words.
“What else is there? Sinkholes, explosives?”
Tears sprang to Liz’s eyes, but immediately were absorbed by the blindfold. She didn’t know what to do. What could she say that would save her and the others? She was at a loss. When she heard a movement at her side, she feared another slap, and she spoke up quickly.
“No, nothing like that.”
“Bear traps?”
“There’s nothing. There are no traps.”
There was silence again as the men paused for a moment.
“Where do they keep watch?”
Liz’s shoulders shook as she began to weep silently. She knew her mistakes would cost them all their lives now. She had only tried to help someone she thought was in need, but in the end her actions would get everyone killed. And now there was nothing she could do or say to keep them safe.
“We don’t keep watch,” she said, her voice cracking.
There was another beat of silence, then a strange noise from both of them. It took Liz a moment to realize what the noise was: they were laughing. But their laughter was so strange, so sinister sounding, that she almost didn’t recognize it as laughter. A wave of nausea passed over her.
“So you're telling us you people don't have any traps, any watch guards. Basically you have zero security.”
“I guess not,” she replied.
James let out a whoop and made a slapping sound on his thigh. Even with the blindfold, Liz could tell he wasn't nearly as feeble and weak as he had pretended to be in the woods.
“Wait, how do we know she’s not lying?” the cold one asked.
“Don’t worry, man, she’s not lying,” James said. “She’s such a goody two-shoes I don’t think she’s even capable of it.”
James grabbed her face. “Aren’t you, princess?” he spoke to her in a disgusting, cooing voice. “I had you wrapped around my finger from the beginning.”
With her vision gone, her hearing had become heightened. She heard footsteps approaching from behind the men, but they gave no indication they had heard the sound.
“Keep your hands off her,” said a deeper voice from behind the men. It was a new voice Liz hadn’t heard before. James instantly let go of her face and jumped back, taking a step away from Liz.
Judging from the timbre of the newcomer’s voice and the way the others deferred to him, Liz imagined him to be big and tall. His presence clearly startled James and the other guy.
“Oh hey, boss, sorry to wake you,” James said. “Just getting some information from our girl, here.”
“Well, keep your grubby hands to yourself,” he said.
“Sorry, just had to put a little pressure to make her talk.”
“What did she say?” the big one asked.
“Get this,” James said, laughing. “There’s no security at the lodge. They don’t even keep watch.”
“Or so she says,” the cold one said.
Liz heard heavy footsteps slowly approach her, then a big hand rest on the back of her head. The hand stroked her head surprisingly gently. Then suddenly, the man roughly grabbed her hair in his hand, pulling her head back. She gasped, her pulse racing. A chill went down her spine.
“You’re not lying to us, are you?” the deep voice asked.
Liz shook her head quickly. “No, I swear I’m not.”
“Because if you are, and if anything happens when we go over there -- if any of us gets so much as a paper cut -- you’re dead.”
Liz’s heart pounded, and she could feel herself shaking. Her mouth went dry, and her throat closed up. She nodded her understanding.
“Do you understand? Speak,” he commanded.
“Yes, I understand,” she said.
He let her go with a flick of his hand, and she gasped for air. Panic was taking her over. The first two men had been bad enough, but the third man was different from them. He wasn’t just mean or cruel. He had the cold indifference of a psychopath. She knew that he was capable of pure evil.
There was movement in the room as the men shuffled around. She heard the sound of metal clinking, and she imagined they were grabbing their weapons and preparing to leave.
“See you soon, sweetheart,” the big one said. “You’ve been very helpful. Maybe we’ll let you live when this is all over. You can stay with us in the lodge.”
The other two laughed, and she heard the sound of a door opening and
footsteps exiting the room. Their voices grew fainter as they walked away, discussing their plan of attack. After a moment, there was silence. They were gone.
Liz moved quickly, furiously, twisting her hands in the rope to no avail. She had to get the blindfold off so she could see what she was doing.
She rolled over on her back, pushing herself onto her shoulders and head and swinging her legs up and over into a shoulder stand. She had practiced the pose dozens of times in her yoga routine, and it came naturally to her. She brought her knees to the floor beside her head. Using one knee to pin the tail end of the cloth against the floor, she moved her head out from under the cloth, finally wriggling free of the blindfold.
Out of breath, she came back to sitting and looked at her surroundings for the first time. It was a tiny, rustic log cabin that looked old and not very kept up. In fact, the ceiling looked so worn that it seemed like it could cave in at any moment. There was one main living space with a separate room that apparently was the bedroom where the third man had been sleeping.
The three men had been living here for at least a few days, she surmised by the clothes, gear and trash strewn about the place. She even recognized the wrappers from some of the food she had given James.
She pushed herself up to her knees to get a better view of the small space. She looked around for anything to help free her hands of the rope. She saw nothing sharp that she could cut the rope on, and she stamped her feet in frustration. Then her eyes fell on the candle that was burning in its holder in the middle of the kitchen table.
Standing up too quickly, she felt a little woozy. The blow to her head that had first knocked her unconscious had left her unsteady, and she took a moment to catch her balance. When she was steady again, she lifted her bound arms behind her, struggling to reach the candle. In the end she had to partially hoist herself up on the table and inch her arms toward the flame.
She held her breath as she felt the heat on her skin. One wrong move and she’d knock the candle over or otherwise put the flame out, and then she would be as good as dead, alone and incapacitated in the dark cabin. She guided the rope over the flame slowly, feeling the heat grow as the dry twine caught fire.
The heat was painful, and more tears came to her eyes. Biting her lip, she would not allow herself to cry out. She pulled her wrists apart, ripping the rope apart little by little as the fire weakened the fibers. The skin on her wrists was raw from the friction of the rope and now the fire, but she pulled at the rope without mercy. The fibers finally gave out, and she yanked her hands free.
The burning rope dropped to the floor and she stamped the small flame out. Moving quickly through the two rooms of the cabin, she saw that her own pistol was nowhere to be found. The men must have taken it with them. But it didn’t matter -- she’d have to go without it.
She moved toward the door and rejoiced to find it unlocked, stepping out into the cool, dark night. She fumbled in her pocket for the small flashlight she carried, and clicked it on, trying to orient herself.
Sweeping the light over the cabin and the surrounding woods, terror closed in around her. She had no idea where she was. She had been unconscious when they had carried her to this cabin, and the area was unknown to her.
Her mind raced as she gasped for air. She had gotten free of the rope and blindfold, but that was just the beginning. Now she had to find a way back to the lodge, and she had to arrive before those men to warn the others. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she searched for the answer.
She lifted her head toward the sky and opened her eyes. It was a clear night without clouds, and the first quarter moon was just above the horizon. The stars were bright, and the Big Dipper came into view quickly. Memories from the camping trips with her family came rushing back to her. She and her brother had been little, bundled up against the chilly night, as their parents explained how to find true north.
Just as she did all those years ago, she located the two stars forming the outer edge of the Big Dipper's bowl, then traced a line from those stars to the last, brightest star of the Little Dipper’s handle. True north. She turned to face it.
Both times she had seen James, he had approached from pretty much due south, and when he had retreated, he had returned to the south as well. So she had to go north.
She set out running, and she crossed the small clearing the cabin was situated in quickly, arriving at the edge of the forest. The woods were thick there, she saw as she lit the area with her flashlight, but as she entered them she saw a trail. She froze when she saw it. It must be the trail the men had taken. Suddenly worried they might see her light, she turned her flashlight off and waited a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Liz felt her throat closing up as she weighed her options. She couldn’t risk taking the same trail as the men and getting herself shot when they found her. She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and think clearly.
She turned east and walked along the border of the clearing and the forest, hoping some other idea would come to her. She saw what looked to be a narrow, faint trail, perhaps used by animals as they moved through the forest. Reorienting herself with the North Star, she calculated that the trail was heading roughly north-northeast. She would have preferred to have gone due north, but she had to take the chance on this narrow path. She was out of other options.
She hurried down the little trail, using only the glow of the stars and the moon to light her way. Her eyes had adjusted to the low light, and she was surprised at how well she could see to travel through the dark forest. Still, though, she could only see a step or two in front of her, but she charged on, ignoring the branches that lashed at her face and scratched her hands and arms as she pushed herself forward. She stumbled and tripped numerous times, once even falling on her hands and knees, but she pushed herself to her feet, not stopping to even check herself for injuries.
She fixed her eye on the North Star from time to time as she moved to keep track of the general direction she was traveling. She was still heading just east of north. She didn’t know where this trail would take her, nor did she know how far she needed to walk until she would have to turn off toward the lodge. She only hoped that the lodge was not on the west side of the main trail the men had taken. If so, she feared she would not make it before the men.
Her mind kept returning to macabre possibilities. She was terrified of running into those three horrible men. She didn’t doubt they would shoot her right there. And if they beat her to the lodge, she imagined the worst. She had spoken the truth to those men – there was basically no security system at the lodge. No traps, no alarms, and no one had been keeping watch. She suddenly realized how vulnerable the group had been all along.
Another wave of guilt swirled around the fear in her troubled mind. She should have told the others about James the first time she saw him. Her only intention had been to do good, but it had backfired dramatically. She had trusted him, thinking that he was alone and in need of help, but she had been so wrong. She shook her head, pushing the useless thoughts away for now. She had to get to the lodge before the men launched a surprise attack on the others.
After several minutes, she thought she heard voices. She froze, holding her breath but unable to still her heart which was pounding in her ears. It was the men, she was sure. But their voices were far away, and she couldn’t be sure where they were relative to her position. She scanned the area for the light of their flashlights, but she saw nothing.
The voices seemed to be getting closer, which must mean that they were approaching from behind, and she was ahead of them. She hadn’t heard any gunshots, so they had not yet reached the lodge. And the fact that they were talking meant they were not yet near it, or else they wouldn’t risk anyone hearing their voices. That gave her hope.
She continued forward as silently as she could, stopping every so often to listen for them again. Her fear consumed her, but it was also the fuel that pushed her forward. She had to get to the lodge before
the men.
Liz had no idea how long she’d been walking. It could have been an hour, or it could have been twenty minutes. But she pushed on through the dark night, determined to find her way back to the others and warn them in time.
A pile of rocks a few feet ahead caught her eye. She approached it and looked around. Her narrow little path had intersected a small trail. Suddenly, she realized that she knew where she was standing. She had arrived at the trail that ran between the lodge and their parked vehicles. She recognized the pile of rocks as one of the cairns she had assembled her first trip alone to retrieve her gun, when she had first seen James. She had knocked the other cairns over that day, but she must have missed this one.
Liz quietly dismantled the pile, just in case the men behind her used it as a signpost. Then she turned right onto this trail and headed east toward the lodge, moving swiftly and silently through the quiet, dark woods. She suddenly felt vulnerable on this more open trail, knowing that the men would likely take it as well. She only hoped they wouldn’t spot her – or hear her – ahead of them.
34
Nick took a sip of the lukewarm coffee and set the mug down. It was instant coffee, and it had quickly cooled off while he waited in the chilly night, but he still appreciated having something to keep him alert. It had been a long day, and his body wanted rest. But he wouldn’t rest knowing Liz was out there, and that there were people up to no good in the woods nearby.
From his vantage point he could see the house and the meadow. He sat in a chair perched on the slope that ran behind the tool shed. He had been on guard since he and Jessa got home, having refused Charlie’s offer to take the position. Nick wanted to be ready.
He stood up to stretch his legs and walk around a bit. He didn’t know what had happened to Liz, but he was determined to get her back safe and sound.
His dedication to the young woman he had just met days ago surprised him a little. He realized that this group of survivors he had formed meant more to him than he had suspected. After losing Kaitlyn and Owen, he imagined he’d be alone in the world. But now that Liz, Charlie, Jessa, and Mia had come into his life, he felt a kinship with them. They belonged here, and they were probably the closest thing to family he had left. He wasn’t going to let some thugs hiding out in the woods capture any of them.