Florida Man March 2 Novels & Stories

he says roughly. I sit up and look around. My heart sinks by what I see. The monster is abandoning the truck on the edge of the woods. But in these woods, I can see palm trees dotting the landscape. I know that mean’s were in a southern State, probably one with an ocean. We have not driven far enough to be out west, and the night before we were in Tennessee, so I think we’re in Florida. We lived in Jacksonville for a while when I was nine. It hardly ever got cold there. It’s only March, and the air is warm, so I’m sure we are in Florida now.

FBI agents dragged handcuffed men outside. It was almost over. Almost. Then I saw Marcus. He was limping, and his face was covered in blood, but he was alive. “Are you good?” he called out. “I’m alive,” I called back. He walked over and sat on the floor beside us. As Flora leaned against me, her eyes fluttered closed slowly. I held her close, brushing her hair out of her face. We were safe but not for long. A medic tapped my shoulder. “You need stitches. Come with me.”