Will was pushing him trying to knock him down; the ground was a mixture of ice and mud, making them slip. Will was a mad man; he was attacking his own cousin. I knew he had lost his mind, and it was because he thought I was dead. I tried to move but my body was frozen, as I watched Roth and Will fighting. The freezing rain was starting to come down and they began to start slipping more, as Roth struggled with Will.
“Come on Will, stop it!” Roth yelled, he had slipped in the mud and Will had a hold of the hand holding the vial. “Don’t make me hurt you, damn it you’re crazy!” Will was fighting hard to rip the vial out of Roth’s hand.
“Give it to me, now!” He slammed Roth’s hand down hard onto the ground hard.
I heard a sound in the distance, it sounded like a low hum. I strained my ears, trying to figure out what it was. I was praying Doc was near, Roth needed help with Will. I could not turn my head, but I was in shock when headlights cut through the rain. A vehicle barreled through the brush, climbing up over the fallen trees near where Will and Roth were fighting. I could see it was a black hummer, and it had cut through the thick woods off road to get to us. Roth looked over and yelled to whoever drove it
“Come on, hurry up!” He yelled.
I knew Roth normally would have been stronger than Will, but he was out of control with rage and anger, over my “death”. I watched Doc run toward Roth. Taylor, had been driving he ran out following Doc. Pratt got out next, he scanned the woods, until he saw me on the ground.
“Will its Doc, what are you doing here?” Doc’s voice strained. Pratt ran over next to Doc.
“He’s flipped. Corrine’s dead, she’s over there.” He motioned his free hand over next to the tree where I laid.
“What?” Pratt yelled, as he saw me laying there. “Jesus, this is a nightmare.”
Pratt ran to me and slid in the mud on his knees, snatching up my wrist to feel for a pulse. I watched Will, who was now on his knees, the rain pelting him. His hair was pasted to his head from the rain; he was staring at the ground, not responding to Doc who knelt beside him talking.
“Will, can you hear me?” Doc shook him hard. “Snap out of it son, it’s Doc, do you see me?” I waited as I felt Pratt trying desperately to find my pulse.
“Will, its Doc, come on now look at me, say something!” He yelled. It seemed like he was frozen much like me. I started to think he was ok, as he slowly lifted his head.
“She’s gone, there’s nothing for me now.” He whispered in a very soft voice.
“We don’t know that, let Pratt look her over.”
“Why? I felt her die in my arms, don’t you think I would know, if she were alive or not?” His voice wavered with emotion; Doc looked pained as put his hand on Will’s shoulder.
“Let’s just not jump to conclusions here ok, we are going to take you and Corrine home, and sort this out right now.”
I listened to Doc trying to talk to Will. He was not having any luck, as he would not answer any of Doc’s questions. I could hear Pratt talking to himself under his breath. He kept saying he knew I should never have been allowed to go home, it was not safe.
The way he moved so quickly, looking for a sign of life from me, made me nervous. I knew my eyes were barley open so they would not take that as a sign, I was still here. I watched Lydia and Emma follow Taylor from the hummer, which was caked in mud, the running lights cut through the foggy night sky. Lydia went to Will’s side, and Emma ran to me and knelt next to Pratt. Taylor stood next to Roth as he filled him in, they both turned to look at Todd’s still motionless body, laying mere feet from me.
“This is a frigging night mare, man!” Taylor sighed rubbing his head.
“Tell me about it, I still don’t see how Will fought those three off for so long on his own, with him being sick and all?” Roth said softly, watching Doc still kneeling