Vines and thorns tugged at our clothing. A few yards beyond the tree line, the foliage abruptly cleared. Sand gave way to a thick carpet of pine needles, and the trees were spaced far enough apart for us to move freely. Hooper screamed again, his voice closer. "Cleveland," Runkle shouted, "where are you?" He answered with another shriek. "Hooper!" Mitch cupped his hand around his mouth."Sound off, man. Let us know where you are." "I'm over here! Oh, fuck me. Fuck me running! Ya'll get over here, right now." We followed his cries and emerged in a circular clearing. Hooper was in the middle of the clearing, staring upward. We brushed past the branches and stood beside him. Each of us froze, gaping in horror. I felt my gorge rise. I ran to the edge of the clearing and puked. Except for the section where we'd entered, the outer edges of the clearing were lined with crosses.
