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Chapter 8 - Lost Memories

Several of the viewers who were watching the livestream called the cops telling them what happened, The cops arrived as the distant wailing of sirens grew louder, drawing nearer to the remote location in the woods. Soon, The flashing lights of police cars broke through the darkness, illuminating the gruesome scene. Officer Bruce, who had started to believe in the existence of the Beast after hearing Mark's account, couldn't deny the overwhelming evidence before him. He had seen many horrifying things in his career, but this was beyond anything he had imagined.

Carl's lifeless body was bloodied and torn, a gruesome testament to the Beast's savagery. His face was marred by deep, jagged wounds, and his lifeless eyes stared blankly at the night sky.

Jake's lifeless body bore slash marks across his jaw, his features twisted in a rictus of pain. The Beast had left its cruel mark on him, a grim reminder of the terror that had befallen them.

Sarah's lifeless body lay farther away, her stomach torn open by a savage wound. Her face was detached from her lifeless body and lay on the ground, a grotesque and horrifying sight. Her once lively eyes, now dim, bore the weight of the unspeakable horrors she had faced in her final moments, her stomach torn open by a savage wound. The paramedics, arriving at the scene, could do nothing for the lifeless bodies of the three friends. Their injuries were beyond any hope of recovery. The lifeless forms of Carl, Jake, and Sarah were placed on stretchers and covered in white sheets, marking the tragic end of their lives. It was a grim and somber sight, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the unrelenting cruelty of the wilderness.

Officer Bruce looked around, his expression a mix of dread and sorrow. The gruesome scene, the loss of three young lives, was a stark reminder of the true horror that lurked in the Colorado wilderness. Officer Bruce yells out, "Secure the perimeter and set up a barricade"

As the ambulances drove away, leaving behind the chilling forest and the memories of unspeakable horror.

Alex's eyes slowly fluttered open, and as his vision adjusted to the dimly lit surroundings, he realized he was inside the cave he had once used to isolate himself. The cave had always been a place of solace for him, a sanctuary to escape the world and its overwhelming intensity.

His head throbbed with a massive headache, and he felt an insatiable hunger gnawing at his stomach. He was Dehydrated and it left his throat parched, and he could feel the dryness in every breath. He felt fatigue that weighed down his body. It was a disconcerting sensation. Alex slowly pushed himself to his feet, his movements tentative and shaky. His body ached, and his limbs felt heavy, as if he had been through an ordeal. As he stepped outside the cave, Everything became loud to him as the blinding glare of the sun made him wince, as he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

When he lowered his hand, he noticed something odd. His palms were stained with dried, reddish-brown streaks. It took a moment for the realization to hit him—blood. His hands were covered in blood, and before he could speak he heard the sound of cars, the soft trickle of water from somewhere deep within the cave, and the faint hum of creatures. His hearing was unnaturally enhanced, every sound amplified and clear. He is dumbfounded by hearing the car noises, he whispers to himself "The nearest road is 4 miles from here". He ran through the dense underbrush, his naked body covered in dirt and grime, every step sending jolts of pain through his muscles. 

As he was running he saw a river glistened in the dappled sunlight, and the sound of flowing water. Alex paused, feeling an intense thirst that threatened to consume him. He went up to the river and knelt by the riverbank, cupping his hands to drink from the cold rushing water. The refreshing water cleared his thoughts somewhat, but the memories of the night remained an enigma.

 As he was washing his hands in the river, he even had the thought that he might have drank too much alcohol the night before, leading to this surreal experience. It was a thought he couldn't hold onto for long, though, as the puzzle pieces refused to fit together. His memory was blank and he had no recollection of the previous night's events.

He began to panic. He wished for answers, but his thoughts remained fragmented, with his thirst temporarily quenched and the traces of blood from his hands washed away, he continued his desperate journey toward the road. The sounds of approaching vehicles became clearer, and the urgency to make sense of his situation gnawed at his mind.

 Alex found himself stumbling out of the dense forest and onto the busy road naked. He felt disoriented, vulnerable, and stripped of any semblance of dignity, as he stood there. The blaring horns and screeching brakes engulfed. The drivers on the road reacted with shock and curiosity to his sudden appearance, their faces reflecting a mixture of concern and bewilderment.

Amid the chaos, one compassionate driver hurriedly stepped out of his car and approached Alex, extending a hand. "Come with me," he said, his eyes filled with empathy. "I live just down the road in Trimble. We'll get you cleaned up and figure out what happened."

In his bewildered state, Alex accepted the offer of assistance. The driver introduced himself as Richard, a kind-hearted man who couldn't turn a blind eye to the suffering of a fellow human in distress. Richard helped Alex into the passenger seat of his car, and as they drove to Richard's home in Trimble, Alex felt a profound sense of relief wash over him. The world might have remained perplexing, but at least he was no longer alone.

The journey was mostly silent, occasionally interrupted by brief conversations. Alex struggled to piece together the fragments of his memory, his recollections of the previous night remaining elusive, concealed in a haze of uncertainty. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had encountered something, something dark and enigmatic.

Finally, they arrived at Richard's cozy home in Trimble. Richard, with the utmost respect for Alex's privacy, offered him clean clothes and the opportunity for a shower. The warm water washed away the grime and weariness that clung to Alex, providing a much-needed sense of renewal.

After his shower, Richard prepared a hearty meal for Alex, recognizing his undeniable hunger. The food offered a temporary escape from the overwhelming questions that loomed large in Alex's mind. Richard's culinary skills shone through, and the flavors of the meal burst in Alex's mouth, granting a momentary respite from his inner turmoil.

Seated in Richard's living room, they sipped tea, the soothing warmth gradually dispelling the chill that had settled within Alex's. The atmosphere was one of empathy and understanding. As he reflected on the strange events of the previous night, Alex couldn't help but glimpse a glimmer of hope amid the confusion.

The experiences of the previous night were buried in darkness, withholding their secrets. The room brimmed with tension, yet there was also an unspoken resolve. Alex knew he couldn't stay in the dark. He needed to know the truth, and as the evening advanced, Alex faced a challenging decision. With the events of the previous night still unsolved in uncertainty, he needed time to piece together the fragments of his memory and solve the answers he sought. Turning to Richard, he asked, "Richard, do you think I could stay the night here? I'm still trying to make sense of everything that's happened."

Richard nodded in understanding. "Of course, Alex. My home is open to you for as long as you need. Get a good night's rest, and you can continue your search for answers tomorrow."

The night passed quietly, with Richard's home providing a sanctuary for Alex's troubled thoughts. While thinking about the friend he was supposed to meet the previous night, Mark and his parents, who were likely deeply concerned about his sudden disappearance, he resolved to contact them as soon as he could.

The next morning, Alex, feeling somewhat more collected, decided to make his way back home. He thanked Richard for his kindness and headed to the bus stop. The bus ride was a journey into a world that felt both familiar and strange. He had to confront the reality of the previous night and the questions that still haunted him.

Upon his arrival in Ridgway, Alex was greeted by the anxious faces of his parents. They had been worried sick about him, knowing he had plans to meet with his friend. However, when he hadn't returned, fear had taken hold. His parents embraced him tightly, their relief evident in their eyes.

"What happened, Alex?" his mother asked, her voice laced with concern. "We were so worried."

Mark, his closest friend, stood by, equally concerned. Alex knew he had to provide an explanation, even though the true nature of his experiences remained a mystery.

"I'm not sure," Alex admitted, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "I can't remember much about last night. It's all hazy."

His parents exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening. Mark offered his support, knowing that whatever had transpired the previous night, it had left his friend in a state of confusion and distress.

As they gathered in the living room, Alex's parents turned on the television, hoping to catch up on the news and distract themselves from the mystery surrounding their son's disappearance. However, what they saw on the screen sent shivers down their spines.

The breaking news report displayed a headline that read: "Tragic Animal Attack Claims Six Lives in Nearby Woods." The report detailed a horrifying account of a vicious animal attack. The victims included three hunters and three drivers, and the scene was described as gruesome and horrifying.

As the news continued to unfold, Alex and his family exchanged nervous glances. The incident in the forest, the smashed camera, and the unexplained gaps in Alex's memory suddenly took on a much more ominous and terrifying meaning. The truth of what happened that night remained elusive, but it was clear that Alex was now dealing with something far more sinister than he had initially imagined.