Abigail heard rustling through the trees. She hated that she was somehow convinced to go camping. After all, she hated the outdoors and the wilderness. She would rather be put up in a nice hotel room, sipping wine in a nice hot bath. Stephen said he’d be back, but that was almost 10 minutes ago now. Abigail was trying to decide if she should go look for him, but it was raining and the fog had moved in earlier in the night. Abigail’s mind starts to race and she starts to think of all the possibilities of what could’ve happened to Stephen, she is a Virgo after all. Abigail decides she can’t wait any longer so she puts her hiking boots and a heavy coat on over her pajamas. Thank God for her grandmother or else she would have neither the coat nor the boots. As she steps out of the tent the rain begins to pour harder. She starts to wonder if this is a good idea but knows that Stephen would do the same for her. The wind gets louder and louder, to the point to where it starts to sound like a wolf howling at the moon. It was a full moon tonight after all, a super moon that thE meteorologists have named the Pink Moon. Abigail would give anything to be at home with her crystals manifesting this night away. She starts to lightly whisper Stephens name as she walks forward. Brushing the tree limbs and leaves away from her face, looking in all different directions to ensure no one or nothing is creeping up on her. She starts to hear a noise in the background. Is that breathing? It sounds like someone in the distance is trying to catch their breath. Abigail starts to say Stephens name a little louder. “Stephen, Stephen, is that you?” The sound of muffled breathing gets louder. The rain starts to slow to a trickle but the wind and fog seem as if they will overtake her at any moment. “Stephen, this isn’t funny. If that’s you, say something,” Abigail says with a fright in her voice. She keeps pushing through the trees slowly. Just as the noise of someone breathing sounds like it’s right on top of her Abigail trips and fumbles to the ground. She yells out in quick Agony and gets up to grab her ankle is if it may be twisted. When she goes to grab her ankle in pain, her foot is resting on top of what would seem to be a body. Her hands start to shake as she goes to move the body to see who it may be. She slowly pushes the body so it rolls over. It’s Stephen and his face is slashed with blood coming from somewhere on his body. Abigail gasps and covers her mouth in terror. Stephen is still lightly breathing and Abigail tries to tend to his needs. “Oh my God, Stephen! What happened? What should I do?” Abigail says while her voice is trembling. Abigail grabs Stephen by his arms in an attempt to drag him back to their campsite. At least maybe there she can tend to his wounds better. Abigail starts grunting as she’s trying to pull Stephen. She makes a wincing face and limps while dragging his limp body. It seems as if a sprained ankle is becoming more of a possibility. As she drags him the pink moon is making it possible to see the trail of blood being left by Stephen. Abigail Looks in fright, it seems as if he’s bleeding more than she thought. But Abigail doesn’t want to stay here long enough to find out. Once back at the campsite Abigail starts to scurry through all their belongings for things that may stop the bleeding. As Abigail grabs the few towels she’s found, her phone falls from the towels. She sets the towels down and picks up the phone, quickly dialing 911. Nothing. She looks at the phones service bars and it reads “no service.” “Nooo!” Abigail yells in a frustrated manner. She drops the phone and picks up the towels to continue to find Stephens wounds. She unzips his jackets and pulls his shirt up. Stephen barely winces, it seems as if there is hardly any life left in him. Once she pulls his shirt up she can barely see his torso because it’s covered in blood. Abigail makes a face in disgust. She grabs one of the towels and starts to wipe the blood away to see if she can see where the blood is pouring from. After wiping a bit she sees a large gash across his chest and lower abdomen. But it doesn’t look like claw marks. It looks like it could have possibly been done by a knife. Abigail looks at it in confusion. Just then the wind stops blowing. The air is eerily still. The fog slowly begins to lift and Abigail squints her eyes to see if she can see through the trees. Once the fog clears it gets significantly brighter because of the light shining down from the Pink Moon. Abigail decides it might be best for her to try and get help. She wraps Stephens wounds tight to keep from bleeding out and proceeds to put her clothes on. She grabs her favorite yellow travel backpack and places some water next to Stephen. She leans down and covers him in the blankets. “I’m going to get help... I love you,” Abigail whispers in Stephens ear in hopes that this won’t be the last time they see each other. Abigail begins her hike back up to the car. As she moves through the trees she begins to hear rustling in the background. She decides to pick up the pace. Her face starts to trickle with sweat. What started out as a cold, romantic evening has quickly turned into a hot nightmare. The sound in the trees gets nearer and Abigail starts to lightly jog up the path. She can hear the river nearby, which excites her. The noise that she heard before from the trees sounds as if it has also sped up. Abigail pushes aside tree branch after tree branch with the pink moon lighting her way. Once at the top, she leans against a tree to catch her breath. As she looks closer she can see their car in the distance and the river stream to the left of it. Abigail smiles in relief and starts to run towards the car. She quickly gets into the car and puts the key in the ignition. The car is making a noise as if something is wrong with the engine. Abigail gets out of the car and quickly runs to the hood of the car and opens it. She fiddles with a couple of things under the hood and seems surely satisfied. As soon as she closes the hood something pulls her back off her feet next to the river. Abigail lies in a daze and tries to open her eyes. A blurry figure stands over her body. “Who...who are you?” Abigail lightly whispers just before she passes out. Abigails lifeless body lays next to the river stream with her arm stretched out.