IN THE WOODS - Flash Fiction

Leaves crunched and twigs snapped underneath thirteen-year-old Abbie. She had no idea how she got here. Trudging further into the depth of the forest, splinters pierced and punctured her bare feet. The cold air bit through her armour of thin cotton pyjamas. Silhouettes of naked tree branches or spirit's long fingers reaching up to heaven. This being hell. The wind cried, cutting through the silence. Then something patted her on the shoulder.

Despite getting a small case of whiplash from turning her head too quick, she found nothing. Nothing but a dirt path narrowing into the distance. The urge to follow it pulled Abbie like a magnet. Poor curious mind. In a trance, she wondered down it like a zombie. Once too far in to go back, a girl appeared screaming only twenty feet away. Her dress looked as though she came from a hippie camp protesting against the nuclear weapons. But her floral pattern clashed with the blood splatters that covered her.
"Help me!" The hippie cried. Ignoring the impulse to scurry away, she followed her. Where could she have run to anyway?
"Oi, hippie girl!" Abbie shrieked, "What's happened?" She twisted around to reveal bloodshot eyes that had seen far too much. Vomit dripped from her chin onto her bony chest.

Pouncing over to her, the hippie slipping in the mud. Continuing to crawl over just as far. She was at Abbie's feet in seconds.
"Please! You have to help me! He's after me, he's gonna get me!" She cried, mascara running down her porcelain skin.
"Who? Who is going to get you?" Her eyes tore away from Abbie's to look behind her shoulder. She screamed. So hard as though her jaw was about to dislocate.

A man was storming over. And he had a bloody axe in hand.