Chapter 10: Claws

Believe it or not this was the first time Avery had ever had to run for his life. He had trained for this in school but surprisingly getting a good grade was not as convincing as death to make a person try to run their hardest. He had not realized just how far away he and Kit had ran from the edge of camp. Mike and Roz's flashlight looked like small candles from where they were. Kit was falling behind, speed was the one thing he had on Avery and he was failing to prove it at a time like this? The only reason Avery noticed was because he was still holding on to the sleeve of Kit’s jacket.

"Faster!" Avery ordered stumbling over an uplifted root. He re-caught his balance several steps later and continued to move as fast as he could. The wendigoes were just yards behind them and getting closer with every step. They were screeching at them, it felt like they were trying to get in their heads, taunting them the way athletes taunt an opponent. The horrible sounds were coming f