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vampires, who slashed and tore at the fallen men with the five inch
long razor sharp nails that lined the tips of each finger.   
                Many
of the survivors fought to stay alive. I started running away from the horror,
but at every turn, horror followed me. In my haste, I noticed there was a small
group trapped near the APC as a cluster of GV4s encircled their meal. The group
of hunters had left their rifles in the blind while moving in to officially kill
the first vampire with machetes and stakes. Dumb move since now they were
unable to defend themselves, and I was I unable to help as I had bypassed the
weapons in my own pursuit of self-preservation. I grimaced at the carnage, but
kept running.
                We
had used goats to attract the vampires, but the vampires had used another
vampire to attract us. It was a nonissue. They were going to be dead in a
moment, including Senator Hatcher.
                I
remembered enough from what Mr. Smith had said to know that the vampires were
limited to specific territories because of safety protocols. If I could run far
enough into another section of the Farm, then maybe I could hide until help
arrived.
                Leaving the carnage behind, I ran
into the darkness of the canopy created by the towering pines. Stretching out
before me was forest as far as I could see. I wasn't sure if the eerie silence
I was hearing as I ran was my way of forgetting about my group or something
sinister had taken the sounds of the night. I didn't care.
                My feet ached and my legs felt as
heavy as lead but I pushed deeper into the forest. I had neglected psychical
fitness while I was D.C. and my body was feeling the effects. My lungs burned
and a terribly debilitating stitch was forming in my side, yet I ran.
                I had gone as far as I could go when
I stopped to vomit. Fighting the urge, I squatted near a fallen tree to rest. I
tried not to focus on the loss of the hunting party, which was filling my every
thought as I lowered myself to the ground.
                With my back to the fallen tree, I
surveyed my surroundings. The formerly moonlit sky was not entirely blocked
from view. Small slender beams were broken by the branches above sending
scattered fragments to frame out the shadows.
                I had no idea how far the Camp was
or how far I had ran. The distance had seemed to be miles though I wasn't sure.
                A plan of action was needed and
waiting until morning seemed to be the best option. I still wasn't sold on the
idea of staying the rest of the night in the woods so I reached into my pocket
to get my cellphone. The cellphone was missing. Franticly, I checked all of my
pockets until I remembered during the first inspection of our equipment and
supplies at the staging area, the phone had been taken away by a man dressed in
black army fatigues at the direction of Mr. Smith.
                Smith
had motioned to a group of men who had searched all of us before we left. “The
base can't have anyone taking images or uploading anything. Your mobile devices
will be returned to you after the Hunt.”
                “Shit.”
I muttered as the thought resonated.
                  We had left the staging area at eleven, drove
for about thirty minutes, waited around an hour for the vampire then the world
had gone to Hell. My best guess the time was somewhere after two in the
morning. There was almost five hours before the sun would be up.
                Running did not seem logical. I was
outnumbered, plus the vampires were bigger and faster. I might survive one
encounter with divine intervention, but with multiple attacks I would be
doomed.
                The
large tree against my back gave me an idea. Spinning around, I began to dig in
the soft black dirt underneath the log. Forced to use my hands, I was surprised
how quickly