“That beast up there is holding Sally hostage. We have to do something about this!” Anson shouts inside the police station.
He completely ignored his instincts about going to the hospital and went straight to the cops. He has a bump on his head and a gash across his chest. It isn’t deep, but he knows he needs stitches. Sally is just his main concern right now and he needs to make sure she’s safe away from that monster.
Anson’s father, Jason, is the sheriff and he passes his son a concerned look, “Are you sure that creature has your friend? You might have a concussion, son, you need to go to the hospital.”
“No, dad,” Anson retorts, “I know it has her up there. I saw it carry her away from me before I passed out. We have to do something and we have to do it now!”
Jason can see the frantic look on his son’s face and puts a hand on his shoulder, “Why would it take that girl?”
Anson shrugs, “I don’t know. Before it attacked us, Sally was on her way to the old trail in the woods. She wanted to find it and wanted to see it again. I don’t understand why she would want to go there.”
Jason turns away from him and rubs his beard with his hand, “You’re right, Anson, we need to get her back. We need to kill the beast by whatever means necessary.”
“What do you mean by that? How would you kill it?” Anson asks.
His father faces him and passes him a smile, “You just worry about getting healed up and let me take care of this mess.”