"No more footsteps." He murmurs, crouching.
He checks for any disturbances in the dirt that'll indicate if something or rather someone came through here. Hope slowly fades from within me at his actions and I realize that he's skilled in hunting, meaning he knows how to track. He touches something before lifting his finger up to his mouth and licking the red substance.
'Blood.' I internally curse at myself upon realizing it.
He stands up, breaking the silence.
"I know you're here Lori, just give up already." He heads over to the tree. "All around the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel."
He circles the tree, slowly singing and shivers run down my spine as he continues to eerily sing the familiar kids tune.
"The monkey thought ''twas was all in fun." He continues, making his way past the bush next to the tree. "POP GOES THE WEASEL!" He exclaims, shoving the thorn free branches apart.
When he doesn't find me he pouts and steps away from the bush, the branches falling back into place.
"She has to be around here somewhere." He mutters to himself as he scans his surroundings.
He faces me and a smirk replaces the pout on his face. He takes small steps towards the bush I'm hiding in and panic begins to set in. I get ready to make a run for it as he grows closer and once he reaches it he stops. He stares at the branches before extending his muscular arm and grasping one between two thorns.
Chapter 11 coming soon.