needing to kill all the living humans in order to make it back to hell. It all seemed so crazy. The details were tremendously alarming from her source. No one could make it up. Not even if they had a great sense of imagination. The hill turned into gravel and she slid, her legs wobbly underneath her. She used her perfect twenty- twenty vision to her advantage, if there was someone waiting for her in the distance, she would see him first. To her surprise, a hand waved her on from the distance. Was that him? Could she be sure? Was it a trap? She knew how they killed and that part terrified her. So, this was what it might be like to walk into the great unknown, to have crazy faith, as her mother used to call it. The kind of faith bigger than a mustard seed, the kind of faith that yielded results- the kind of faith she waited for her whole life. The man waved again and urged her on. She walked faster now, running almost, paper and pen in hand. She ran straight head on into a destiny she could never imagine. The secrets of the town awaited her and she couldn’t wait to uncover them one by one. She reached him- her source. He extended out his arms and as unprofessional as it was she hugged him. “Natalie, thank God.” “Sherriff Traves, I didn’t know what I’d find here.” “I’d tell you to go back. I thought maybe you were dead. Hell, everybody’s dead in this town.” “Before we get into it, know that I plan to stay and don’t bother talking me out of it. I’m here now. Thanks to you. I got past the border patrols.” “I studied the routing for days before I gave you the go ahead.” “Well, it worked,”
