I went back.  I couldn’t finish my meal without thinking about how pathetic they looked, like they had no idea what to do as they hid up in that tree fort.  They probably would have starved to death in a week.

Someone prevented that from happening, though.

I got there a few hours before sundown, choosing to travel by day and get to them by nightfall, that way I grab them and travel back under cover of dark.  No sense giving them a box of food and then leaving, not if I really wanted to help.  That would have only kept them alive for another day or two. Better to bring them with me and show them how to fish or make traps or something.  They probably worked for the big insurance company in town and stayed glued to their TVs 24/7.  No clue, no food, but I bet they all still had their Ipods.  lol

Their bodies were spread all over the place, bloody clothes left strewn throughout the grass, and at first I thought an animal had done it.  What animal could rip apart three grown adults, I had no idea, but then I saw the incisions.  They were dissected.  Not exactly surgically, but these folks were cut apart with a knife.  And a damn big one.  It was brutal.  They must have been caught off guard, because the three of them were all dead within fifteen feet of each other.  They ended up spread out a lot further in diameter, though.  Parts thrown here and there.  I’m guessing that they scrambled down the ladder from their little alcove, right into the arms of a sick son of a bitch with a knife.  He must have been fast, but the three I passed didnt ecactly look like they could do much running.  Damn, they got caved up good.

I could sit here and feel guilty; beat myself up over not stopping the first time, but what good would that do?  There is only “now”, and I need to worry about whoever did that to them.

I’ll help the next sorry saps I see, I just have to get through the night alive.