Matt and his friends
Reggie trudged through the woods, there was an eerie noise wavering around. As he walked he thought he saw someone and rushed towards where he saw it, but when he got there all there was, was a leaf. The light was shining through the trees, Reggie glanced upwards, and as he did so a shadow cast over his eyes there was an outline of a man Reggie called out to him.
"Matt! Matt! Is that you?
There was no reply Reggie looked down at himself he was so scruffy, he hadn't had a wash in over two weeks. As he thought about what was happening he missed the sound of a man moving away.
Two weeks ago Reggie had been at a station waiting for Matt Pritchard, his best mate, to pick him up. It had been raining that night. The darkness amplified the loneliness he felt in Pennsylvania. Matt was half an hour late, he was never late. Being in the army taught him not to be late for anything, this was not like him. Later on he was able to catch a taxi back to Matt's house. There was no one there but Reggie knew where a spare key was hidden. As Reggie let himself in there was a cold draught in the room as though no one had been there for about four days.
Reggie was so tired he hadn't slept in three days, he collapsed in a heap. When he awoke there was a dog growling just above his face, the man holding his leash was about 6 foot tall and had dark brown hair. He was wearing an army type camouflage jacket and trousers. The man barked at him
"Get up and follow me"
Reggie was thinking about how he was here in New England National Park.
Reggie trudged through the woods, there was an eerie noise wavering around. As he walked he thought he saw someone and rushed towards where he saw it, but when he got there all there was, was a leaf. The light was shining through the trees, Reggie glanced upwards, and as he did so a shadow cast over his eyes there was an outline of a man Reggie called out to him.
"Matt! Matt! Is that you?
There was no reply Reggie looked down at himself he was so scruffy, he hadn't had a wash in over two weeks. As he thought about what was happening he missed the sound of a man moving away.
Two weeks ago Reggie had been at a station waiting for Matt Pritchard, his best mate, to pick him up. It had been raining that night. The darkness amplified the loneliness he felt in Pennsylvania. Matt was half an hour late, he was never late. Being in the army taught him not to be late for anything, this was not like him. Later on he was able to catch a taxi back to Matt's house. There was no one there but Reggie knew where a spare key was hidden. As Reggie let himself in there was a cold draught in the room as though no one had been there for about four days.
Reggie was so tired he hadn't slept in three days, he collapsed in a heap. When he awoke there was a dog growling just above his face, the man holding his leash was about 6 foot tall and had dark brown hair. He was wearing an army type camouflage jacket and trousers. The man barked at him
"Get up and follow me"
Reggie was thinking about how he was here in New England National Park.