"A wooly mammoth?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want mammoth steak or mammoth stew?"
Kyle thought for a moment. "I want mammoth pizza."
"All right, it's a nice wooly mammoth pizza for Kyle as soon as we get out of here."
What frightened me was that I didn't know when that would happen. We were admittedly taking it slow, but still, we'd been walking for an awful long time to not have reached the road. I wondered if we were lost.
"Can I have mammoth pizza, too?" asked Theresa.
"Sure. Have you ever seen a mammoth? Even Kyle couldn't eat a whole mammoth pizza all by himself."
"And he's a big snorty pig."
"I am not!"
"Are too!"
For the first time in my life, I welcomed an argument between my children. But it stopped as Theresa's voice turned serious. "Mommy, are we going to die?"
"No," I told her. "We're not."
"I'm scared that we are."
"It's okay to be scared, sweetie. But we're not going to die, I promise you."
"What if the man who bit Kyle had diseases?"
"Theresa!"
"Well, what if he did?"
"Theresa Lynne Mayhem, stop talking like that. Your brother is going to be fine. The man didn't have any diseases, and he'll never come after us again, and none of us are going to die."
"Do you think I have rabies?" asked Kyle.
"No! Damn it, Theresa, see what you did? Kyle, you don't have rabies. You don't have any disease. Your arm got bit really bad, and I know it hurts, but it's going to be fine. There are no diseases you can catch from a human bite."
As a parent, I tried to never lie to my children. Sure, Andrew and I did the whole Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, and Tooth Fairy thing, but for the most part I tried to speak honestly and directly with them. This wasn't one of those times. I was scared shitless that Kyle might have caught something from that monster's bite, but I couldn't let my son's overactive imagination go rampant right now. I had to keep them calm.
But when Kyle made it to a hospital, he was getting every test in existence.
"I don't think you know," said Theresa, softly.
I successfully-but only barely-fought back tears.
The walkie-talkie crackled.
"Is anybody there?" an unfamiliar voice asked.
I pressed the button. "Who is this?"
"This is Officer Trevor Clemens from the Georgia State Patrol. We've managed to subdue the assailants who attacked you and your family, but your husband has been very badly injured. Could you give us your location?"
"What happened to him?" I tried not to sound frantic.
"He's been cut. He's been cut bad, ma'am. We can't move him until the ambulance gets here. Are you near the road?"
"I'm… I'm not sure," I admitted.
"Are you lost?"
"I think so."
"That's not a problem, ma'am. We'll get you out of there. Do me a big favor and give us a shout, okay?"
I'm embarrassed to admit I almost did it. I opened my mouth, took a deep breath… and then drew the obvious conclusion that I might not really be talking to an Officer Trevor Clemens.
"Let me talk to him," I said.
"Ma'am, he's unconscious and losing blood fast. I'm not trying to scare you, and I promise we're doing everything we can, but he may not have much time left."
"Shout out to me," I told him. "I'll follow your voice."
I listened carefully.
Nothing.
"Did you hear that?"
"No."
Now a gunshot, far off in the distance.
"What about that?"
"Yes, I heard it."
"Are we close?"
"No, but I know which direction to go at least."
"Then hurry. Get here as quickly as you can. We'll be waiting."
There was something vaguely sinister in the way he said "We'll be waiting." My gut told me I wasn't speaking to a police officer. I'm sure I could've asked some appropriate questions and figured this out for sure, but then I'd risk letting him know what I knew… or at least suspected.
But whether I was talking to a killer or a cop, one thing was certain: Andrew's situation was not good.
Was he really cut and bleeding to death?
Or perhaps already dead?
I needed to put that thought out of my mind. Andrew was one hell of a resilient guy. He'd be fine. He could be superglued to a nuclear warhead and he'd find a way out of it. I had to worry about getting Theresa and Kyle to safety.
I wondered if I should leave them behind. Find a good hiding spot for them and head off on my own. I could move more quickly that way (though still carefully) and not run the risk of taking them right back into the hands of the killers.
What if I couldn't find them again?
They'd be found. We'd call the police, have search helicopters fly overhead, and rescue them. We couldn't possibly be that far into the woods.
What if the killers found them first?
Or wild animals?
I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave them in the forest to fend for themselves. Kyle had almost been taken from me, and I wasn't going to let him out of my sight again. Hell, aside from restroom and shower breaks, he might stay under my watchful eye until he was eighteen.
Though I did my best to stop obsessing over it, I was too distracted with thoughts of Andrew to continue playing word games with my children, so we walked in silence.
At least I knew we were going the right way.
JUST AS I WAS starting to unconsciously grow comfortable walking through the woods, I saw another fishing line. We gave it wide berth.
Something moved next to us.
I gasped and stopped in my tracks. Theresa walked into my back. "Mommy!"
"Shhh!" I listened carefully.
"What was that?" asked Kyle.
"Shhh!" I repeated.
"Is it them?"
"Kyle, be quiet!" We stood there, listening.
Branches crackled.
My stomach lurched.
The deer bounded past, about thirty feet away. It was gone before I could get a clear look.
"What is that?" Kyle asked, his voice on the verge of panic.
"It was just a deer," I assured him.
"I didn't see it! Are you sure that's what it was?"
"I'm positive. Theresa, did you see it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Tell Kyle it was just a deer."
"It was just a deer, stupid."
"Oh," said Kyle, uncharacteristically ignoring the "stupid" comment.
"I hope it doesn't get killed in a trap," Theresa said.
"It won't. It'll be fine. Come on, let's keep going."
I kept my hands in front of me so that my kids couldn't see that they were trembling.
"IS THAT THE road?" Theresa asked.
It looked that way. I had to force myself to maintain our careful pace. It felt like we'd been walking for hours, though I was sure it wasn't nearly that long, and I didn't want to get us killed in a last-minute rush.
As we got closer, I saw that yes, we were indeed approaching the dirt road.
Or a dirt road, anyway.
A few minutes later we emerged from the woods. I couldn't tell for certain, but it did seem to be the same dirt road we'd been on before. I raised the walkie-talkie to my lips and pressed the black button. "Hello?"
No response.
"Hello?" I asked again. "Is anybody there?"
Still nothing.
That didn't really mean anything. I could be out of walkie-talkie range, or the cop/murderer might not have it on him.
At this point, there wasn't much we could do but walk along the side of the road. At least now we could pick up the pace without worrying about death traps.
"Where are we going?" Theresa asked.
"We're going to try to find that store," I told her. "I'm sure they'll have a real phone there."