Wrong Turn 2/3

As the movement of the bed grew more intense, the expressions of the people hidden underneath acquired a nuance of surreal discomfort. The damn cannibals had started having relationships right above them. The situation was so ridiculous that Ethan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the embarrassment of the moment.Carrie, who had her mouth covered by Ethan's hand, struggled to breathe. His body was crushed against the ground by the pressure of the boards that creaked on his back.She turned hard, trying to get Ethan to release her, but his steady hand remained in place, like silent torture. After several violent movements of the bed, the hectic sway finally stopped.After an unbearable half hour, the movement over Ethan's head stopped and, after a few minutes, the snoring began. He waited ten more minutes until his breathing subsided and, with a gesture, indicated to the others that he was about to leave. However, he noticed that Carrie surrounded him tightly, even with her eyes closed. Desperate, he straightened his back, causing her to release a loud snort and open her eyes. Ethan pointed out to him that he was going out, and Carly, her ears flushed, released her hands quickly. Then he came out carefully, telling the others not to move yet.Ethan crawled to the head of the bed on his hands and knees, rising silently. The three people in bed slept soundly, their eyelids closed. In the center lay Big Head, a burly man with marked muscles, dark skin, and long, messy hair. With his arms outstretched, he hugged two blonde women resting on his powerful arms, sporting expressions of satisfaction on their faces.Ethan slowly advanced into the kitchen, on the counter was a machete with which he had previously highlighted Carly's friends, the handle was wrapped with a strip of cloth, and the sharp blade was still filled with traces of accumulated blood.Ethan reached out and took the machete firmly, then grabbed a nearby rag, and calmly began cleaning the bloodstained blade. With silent steps, he advanced towards the bed, his cold gaze fixed on the three figures who slept soundly.Big Head, perhaps from his isolated life in the mountains, reacted immediately, slapping his eyes and looking directly at Ethan. However, it was too late. The shiny blade quickly descended towards his neck.Whoosh!The muffled, brief sound echoed in the room, and those hiding under the bed trembled in unison. The quilt, previously cleaned, was dyed red in the blink of an eye. Jesse's pupils shrunk, immediately guessing what Ethan was doing.He clenched his teeth, without feeling the slightest fear, just a great sense of relief.Ethan struck a powerful and forceful machete to Big Head's neck, penetrating even a few inches from the bed board. The sudden roar caused the women on both sides to wake up, stunning their eyes. At that moment, Ethan had already removed the machete from his victim's neck before the two naked women could make a sound, he cut them with the same ease with which they would split vegetables. The sheets on the bed soaked, and drops of blood began to drip slowly.—Get out. — said quietly.Ethan retracted the machete and brandished it, causing a thread of blood to fall to the ground. After hearing his voice, the people hiding below quickly came out.—Your backpack.-Scott handed Ethan his backpack and then turned around.Seeing the three people lying on the bed with their heads separated from their bodies, she covered her mouth and felt nauseous.Daria reached out, grabbed him by the shirt, walked him up to her, and whispered:—If you feel like throwing up, think about what two of your friends have been through, now is not the time.Scott's face turned blue and white. He swallowed several times and then nodded heavily. Jesse and Carly clenched their teeth and backed away. Ethan was afraid something might happen, so he handed the machete over to Daria.There was a low scream. The two stopped at the bathroom door, there was Carly looking at the bodies of Francine and Evan, who were lying on the bathroom floor with their abdominal cavities open. Without saying a word, Ethan put his arms around them and removed them from there.Even if you didn't know the victims, a scene like that was unsustainable for most people this should be almost impossible to bear. Carly burst into tears and tried to reach out to grab the door frame, wanted to enter the place to take her two friends, but her arms hung faintly.After Ethan took them back to the living room, Jesse's strong desire to survive forced her to stand firm. He dried the tears on his face with trembling hands, took a deep breath several times, and looked at Ethan.— What do we do now?Ethan looked at the clothes next to the bed and said:—Let's first find something we can use.—They should have the keys to some car that we can use.Jesse reacted instantly, resisting discomfort while searching through the bloodstained clothing next to the bed. He raised his clothes and searched for a while, then sighed helplessly.When everyone saw this, they had no choice but to search the house for the guy who had been taking advantage of them.Ethan pursed his lips and looked around. He quickly walked to the foot of the bed. There was an old double-barreled shotgun, and the handle was wrapped with duct tape.He picked up the shotgun, lowered the barrel, and loaded two bullets into the magazine. Ethan closed the barrel of the gun with a click and then searched the small cabinet next to him, but found no extra ammunition.He turned to look at everyone, then moved his free hand by shoving it behind his back, pulling out his Colt M1911, in his pocket he had an extra charger in case it was needed.From now on, he would have to use what little ammunition he had in moderation. There were still more than ten people, but the number of wooden huts indicated that there could be many more people than those they initially saw.—Shet, it will be easier if you have this thing.At that moment, Scott saw the double-barreled shotgun in Ethan's hand and approached with a table knife. When Ethan pulled out the Colt, Scott's eyes sparkled even brighter, now his chances of survival had increased.He put down the knife and rubbed his hands with enthusiasm.— Can you pass me one?—No.- Ethan saw his anxious gaze and, with a smile on his lips, flatly refused.— Why? - Scott said hastily: —Don't worry, I've used weapons before.Ethan shook his head.— Don't you believe me? —Scott was anxious to see that Ethan was still refusing.Noticing the uproar, the three women approached.Daria was the first to speak.—Not that he doesn't want to trust you, Ethan just trusts himself more than anyone else.Carly, with a table knife in her hand, asked curiously:— What do you mean?Jesse also gave a curious look, while Scott did not seem convinced.Dalia waved the machete that Ethan had given her from one side to the other and, in a calm tone, said:—He is a police officer, he is almost a hero in our town. You can trust him.The surprised looks of those present fell on Ethan raised his head and shrugged towards Scott.— Do you have any more questions?—No, just get us out of here please.Scott shook his head quickly and sighed with relief. Although he did not like people in blue uniforms, at that time he wished there were as many as possible around him. Upon learning that the friendly Ethan in front of them was a policeman, Jesse and Carly were surprised, but much calmer. However, Ethan did not share his optimism. There were fourteen people in total, including the owner of the gas station. He had already neutralized three, but there were still eleven.While they were eating, the boss mentioned that there were people watching from outside, not knowing if there would be more. Reflecting on this, Ethan spoke in a deep voice:—You should have heard what the old man from the gas station said. There are only forests around, and following the path we will be easy targets for the highlanders, there are two options, the first is to go to the forest, but if we lose our way we could be in a worse situation, and the second option is to take your car and get out in a hurry on the road. You may be able to escape quickly, but it is also very risky if we get caught.Ethan knew that if he had been able to find a shotgun in this house, it meant that someone else could also be armed, and that complicated his attempt to keep everyone safe. After expressing his thoughts, Ethan placed the shotgun under his arm. —I'm going to try to steal the truck they came in.Scott swallowed, about to object, but the other three girls nodded. Fearing being left behind, he quickly agreed as well. Ethan realized that he was the first to express his opinion and that people, at times like this, tend to have a herd mentality. Daria, without hesitation, would follow her instructions. With a gun in hand, Ethan felt determined.These people had been in the mountains for years, and although they were not professional hunters, they could easily be hunted as they ran through the woods, since when Francine fell in front of him, Ethan noticed the arrow protruding from his eye, they had hunting skills. quite decent.Seeing that everyone agreed, he took Daria's machete and handed her the two-gun shotgun.—I'll go to another house to get the car keys, in the house next door. It won't take me more than ten minutes. Wait for me here, it's safe for now.—Okay, I'll be here —Daria replied, holding the shotgun firmly.Amid the worried looks of others, Ethan sneaked open the door and glanced outside. Then, he turned and gestured to them not to ask questions before disappearing behind the door. Jesse stepped forward and closed the door quickly, leaving the others in the room in a state of tension.Ethan left the wooden house, where the afternoon sun was shining brightly. He bent down and moved quickly through the rubble surrounding the house. After advancing for a while, he came to the side of another house. Hearing noises coming from inside, he leaned over and looked through a gray glass.The room was messy, there was a large bed against the wall and several shotguns next to it. Watching people in bed, he squeezed the machete harder in his hand. There were men, women, the elderly and young people, all entangled with each other, with distorted faces that caused a feeling of revulsion.He recalled stories that Brock had told during patrols about isolated ethnic groups in society, that barely interact with the outside world and that lived in their own universe, most were incestuous and formed communities through inbreeding, had led to children. misshapen. They were people, with horrible faces and twisted minds, they lived mainly on hunting, although the nature of their prey was uncertain, some even fed on humans. When Ethan expressed his doubts, Brock had shrugged his shoulders and responded sensibly.—It's a fucking world, how do you know something screwed up isn't going to happen?Brock described these people as mountain cannibals, and what Ethan now found confirmed those anecdotes. He watched a strong man holding an old woman while pressing a steel bar, and couldn't help but look away. He continued to search for a suitable target.Soon after, he stopped by a quiet house and looked inside. A thin man lay on the bed, scratching his chest while sleeping. Ethan approached the door, pressing his palm against it. None of these people seemed to have a habit of closing their doors, so they gently pushed in the wooden door and entered.He started searching through the clothes on the floor, but found nothing useful. So, he decided to press the machete against the man's neck. The cold blade touched his skin and the man woke up suddenly. Ethan, feeling discomfort, went to bed and covered his mouth with the dirty clothes in his hand.— Can you understand me? —he asked, applying a little more pressure with the machete, letting the blood flow through his chest.The stunned man blinked. Ethan, knowing that his life depended on the intelligence of this individual, asked quietly.— Where are the keys to the truck they just brought?The man looked at him confused for a moment and then blinked again. Ethan slowly removed the man's clothes, holding the machete in hand and squeezing firmly, ready to act if he made a mistake.—Under the pillow —the man replied, pointing.Ethan stared at the man and then reached under the pillow. After searching for a moment, his fingers found a cold metal object. When he took out the pillow, he found a bunch of car keys; Seeing the logo, he knew it was Francine's mother's Range Rover. The man, seeing the expression on Ethan's face, stuttered. — Please, I don't want to die.Ethan nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. — Neither did the people who murdered and ate. Go to hell.He pressed the knife even more and cut it with the reverse. The blood vessels were cut, and a blood mist dispersed in the air. He took a few steps back, concluding that this guy must have high blood pressure.Suddenly, a noise interrupted the silence. A wooden door opened and an ugly and naked woman appeared. His mouth opened in such a way that it was impossible for a normal person.Before she could make a sound, Ethan moved his arms with all his might. The machete shot out, sliding in a cold light directly through his chest and he fell dead instantly.Ethan moved to a simple wooden shelf in the dark corner of the house, glued against the wall, with many strange things on top. Ethan found a box of deer bullets in a rusty cookie box just as he was about to leave that house laden with a corpse smell. Suddenly something caught his attention.After a moment, his eyes were drawn to a yellow stone on the shelf. He reached out, picked up the stone, and shook it. He felt it was very heavy in his hand. The cylindrical piece weighed around three or four kilograms. He quickly suppressed his emotion and walked to a place with better light.It was a natural gold nugget, there were hardly any visible impurities on its surface, and it emitted a charming golden light in the sun. Unexpectedly, even after facing so much violence and danger, Ethan had found a real treasure, next to him was a small cloth bag, and when he opened it, he discovered that it was full of golden sand.I do not hesitate for a second to place them in their dimensional space. Now he had the keys in his hands, he was alerted to Ethan, he approached with a cold expression, he stepped on his chest and, he removed the trembling machete.— bang!A deaf shot rang out in the room, where Scott and the girls were, Ethan quickly turned his head. Ethan didn't mind looking for more weapons inside the house. He pulled the colt out of his waist and ran away. As soon as he came out, he heard screams from several nearby houses. The sound of the shooting had alerted all the cannibal mountaineers rushing out of their home.At that moment, Ethan stopped hiding and ran directly to where Daria and the others were.From a nearby house, five or six wild cannibals emerged, armed with machetes, shotguns, bows, and arrows.One of them spotted Ethan and quickly aimed his double-barreled shotgun, pulling the trigger.The shot rang out with a thud. The bullets flew in a blast, hitting an abandoned car next to Ethan, piercing the body with a series of holes.Ethan stopped for a moment, turned, and raised the Colt.The silver barrel of the gun glowed in the sunlight.— Bang!A roar echoed in midair, the bullets flew accurately toward their target. The man who had just shot Ethan saw his head explode like a watermelon, the red and white fragments splashed on nearby people.No one expected Ethan to be armed, let alone so good at shooting. In a panic, cannibals scattered across the ground in all directions. Ethan's mastery of small arms was at the highest level, in a close confrontation he was like a god of death.Ethan wasted no time and ran to a nearby house. He did not enter directly, but covered himself behind an abandoned car, positioning himself strategically.As soon as he positioned himself, he screamed urgently into the house.— Get out fast, I'll cover you!On the porch lay a man under with a bleeding hole in his chest. From the nearby houses, more people came out with strange screams and weapons in their hands. There were many more people than Ethan had seen at first.Hearing her scream, Daria ran out of the house with a double-barreled shotgun, followed by several people desperately running towards Ethan.Scott was holding his abdomen, his shirt soaked in blood.The cannibals knew that Ethan and his group were armed, so they shot randomly, without approaching. Driven by the sound of the shots, some quickly ran to Ethan.Ethan asked:— What happened?Before he received an answer, an arrow hit the hood in front of him, his feathers trembled.At about twenty meters, a strong woman held a long arch, pointing towards her position. She pulled another arrow from her back and placed it on the bow, tightening the rope with her muscular arm. Ethan reacted quickly, turning the gun and shooting first.Before the archer released the arrow, her head disintegrated. The cannibals chasing them stopped immediately.—I thought it was a boy —said Scott, sweaty, leaning against the car.—He was a dwarf —Daria replied, raising the shotgun to scan the surroundings, not knowing where to shoot —. Here are all the cannibals in the mountains. It doesn't matter if they are old, weak, sick or disabled, shoot first! Our lives are at stake.Ethan took out the keys and threw them at Jesse.—Go and drive while I entertain them. Take the girls away from here, I'll get their attention and have them follow me, then when you have a signal, call the nearest FBI office, don't trust the local police.-Jesse, surprised, took the keys, grabbed Scott with Carrie's help, and ran to the vehicles parked behind.Seeing the cannibals prepare to attack again, Ethan snatched Daria's shotgun.— Come over here, you bastards!A tall, muscular, wild-looking man roared out from behind a wooden house. He held a gun and shot repeatedly at Ethan.Ethan did not hesitate. He turned the shotgun and, with an accurate shot, the man fell to the ground, his chest smashed. Throwing the shotgun, Ethan grabbed Daria and ran to a motorhome.At that moment, Jesse screamed furiously:— Shet!He had slammed the car door shut and yelled at Ethan:— These damn took off the flyers!Ethan ran to the truck, looking out the window. The steering wheel had disappeared from the driver's seat. He quickly checked other cars and saw that all the steering wheels were twisted or had been ripped off.The cannibals, hearing the screams of the outsiders, released mocking laughter. Ethan, frustrated, kicked a door, leaving a big hole. Those around him looked at him desperately, not knowing what to do.Ethan looked up at the nearby mountain, covered in dense forest, and then at the slowly approaching cannibals.— Get on the mountain! —immediately decided — If we go, we have a chance to survive, because if we stay we are only waiting for death.—I will attract your attention. You guys run.Making sure they understood, he walked to the other side of the truck.He held his breath and quickly got out from behind the car.The Colt roared again, knocking down a man armed with a shotgun. Hearing the shots, Daria and the others began to run towards the nearby slope.A tall man with matted hair saw them and made a furious sound, trying to stop them. The cannibals accelerated their pace, ignoring Ethan's threat.Ethan fired again and the leader fell dead, shot in the head. But the inner savagery of the cannibals had awakened. With their eyes injected into blood, they ran like beasts towards Ethan and the others followed Scott running at full speed.He had to survive, his dream of being a great interior designer drove him to continue. Just in he looked back and saw a black shadow flying towards him, instinctively, he moved to protect Jesse.Observing from the hillside, Ethan saw Scott fall. An arrow had embedded itself in his heart.It rolled down the hill.— Scott! —Jesse yelled, trying to run towards him, desperate to reach him. Carly and Daria reacted quickly and dragged Jesse, who was fighting, into the woods.Ethan clenched his teeth and fired the last two bullets from the magazine in fury. The two men holding bows and arrows fell dead, one after the other. Every time a shot was heard, someone's head exploded.Although these people were not very intelligent, they were still terrified and dropped to the ground in the panic that Ethan caused them, he took the opportunity and ran up the hill. He was swift, and in a short time he reached the edge of the forest, when he entered, he stopped for a moment and looked towards the slope. The cannibals who had fallen were punished by an angry man with a long whip, there were still more than 20 cannibals between men and women.Ethan pulled the Colt cylinder magazine out, and reloaded a new magazine that he had saved in his pocket with great speed. He closed the magazine, scratched his neck, put the gun around his waist, and entered the forest following the path the girls had taken.The afternoon sun was shining brightly, but the interior of the forest was in shadows. In that cool, gloomy environment, several people ran as sweat soaked their foreheads.They climbed the dirt slope and struggled to cross between the rocks. It wasn't until long after the group stopped. Ethan stood by a rock and looked back. The pursuers had long since disappeared. Along the way, he had harnessed his physical endurance to ambush hunters twice, managing to slow down, and then quickly caught up with Daria and the others.After walking through the mountains for two hours, everyone except Ethan was exhausted and had no choice but to stop and rest. Jesse and Carly leaned against a rock, panting and stunned. Looking at them with concern, Daria tugged on Ethan's pants.Ethan turned around and jumped off the rock.I didn't know how to comfort them both. It had been a hard journey, and three of his companions had died unexpectedly. Although Jesse and Carly were mentally strong, and exhaustion was beginning to overcome them.Ethan sighed, took off his backpack, and took out a bottle of whiskey. He unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and passed the bottle to Carly.—By Francine, Evan and Scott. I hope you find your peace.Carly took the bottle, closed her eyes, and drank a long drink.—By Francine, Evan and Scott —repeated.The bottle circulated among the group, and little by little their faces regained some life. Ethan took some of the food out of the backpack he had stored and handed it out.After eating and resting for a while, he looked at his watch.—It is getting late, we must move on.Carly murmured:— Can we get somewhere?Tall trees surrounded them, and the forest seemed endless.—We need to know where we are —Ethan said looking up at the sky.Jesse stood up, helped Carly up, and, clenching her teeth, said:—We must reach the top. From there we can see roads or towns. With direction we can escape. And avenge Scott and the others.Carly nodded, determined:—We have to escape, and those damned will receive their punishment.—No doubt —Daria added, standing up and hugging the two of them.— What are we waiting for? Let's continue — asked Jesse, looking at Ethan, who had stood aside.Along the way, Ethan picked up some dry branches and carved them into makeshift hiking poles. With that help, they advanced faster. As the sky began to darken, Ethan, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly. Daria, distracted, tripped over her back.Carly, who was walking behind, held Daria so she wouldn't fall.— What's up? —Jesse asked quietly.Ethan raised the makeshift hiking stick and pointed forward.In front, among the treetops, was a tall log watch tower, with a wooden platform and a small cabin on top.Everyone was relieved and ran towards the tower with renewed energy.Upon arrival, Daria stopped and, looking at the wooden staircase covered in vines, said disappointed:—I don't think there's anyone up there. It seems that no one has been here in a long time.—No matter —Ethan said moving forward — Maybe there is a radio or supplies, maybe we have a signal on our phones.He shook the ladder hard, but it did not move. It looked solid.Ethan nodded, grabbed the bars, and started to climb.The tower was six or seven stories high, about twenty meters. The mountain breeze made the structure sway slightly. Although the staircase seemed stable, Ethan felt a little dizzy. He squeezed the ladder hard and looked down. Daria, Carly, and Jesse climbed behind him, one after another.From her position, Ethan could see the tight shirts her companions were wearing. The view was peculiar.—Come on, I'll show you later —said Daria, nervous about height.Carly laughed, puffing up her chest.Ethan smiled shyly and kept going up.Upon reaching the wooden platform, he saw a small plank hallway and a sliding door.He opened the wooden door and entered.Inside, there was a small cabin. The wind entered through a broken window, blowing up some papers on a nearby table. On the table, there was a radio. There was also an ax nailed to it. Ethan picked up the ax and saw that the radio had split in two.Steps were heard behind him, and Jesse appeared at his side.—I bet you a hundred bucks that this doesn't work —Jesse said looking at the broken radio.Ethan shrugged, handed him the ax, and walked to the window, where Carly and Daria were looking at the horizon.Daria leaned on her shoulder.Carly hugged Ethan's arm silently and whispered:—We are all going to die.From the window, all you could see were endless mountains and forests. There was no sign of human life. Soon below them they could see a small group of men, fully armed in tactical uniforms, slowly advancing towards the tower.