“Run, David! Dont let them see you!” He would never forget the look in his mother’s eyes. Desperation and fear were etched on her face.
David gave her one last hug, and with tears in his eyes he did as he was told. “Run David” echoed in his mind as he raced out the back door, willing himself not to look back.
The woods did not seem as frightening as the image in his mind of what was coming to his house. To his mother. He couldn’t have saved her. She was dead either way.
As he entered the saplings near the edge of the forest, he heard sounds of glass breaking, followed by a blood curdling scream. It would be over soon. Keep running, David told himself. After what seemed like hours, he came to a small river.
Though only 10 years old, David knew that the Outcasts wouldn’t venture into water. Even for him.
As he stepped into the cool water, he said quick prayer that his mother’s death would be quick and complete, and that he would survive the night. He didn’t know if God was real, but he needed all the help he could get.