Sharks and Trunks

Blood pumping, pounding, racing through her veins like a driver on a race track who has lost control. Lost and scared. She is alone in the woods. It is opaque and cold. She tries to find her way home but each way she goes looks the same. The trees are twins, triplets, and she is trapped in her worst nightmare, only it is reality. Two hours goese by and she is still lost. Her and her friends had decided to take a hiking trip in search of a "missing" waterfall. Rumor was that the waterfall was untraceable and had only been discovered once. It was also said that the waterfall was so high up, that the water looked as if it was pouring out of the sky like a tap. Maggie had turned around for a second and her friends had vanished. Gone. In a split second they had disappeared into thin air. Now it was just her, and her thoughts eating away at her. Running and running she begins to grow tired. Her limbs scream at her to stop but she can't do it. Maggie coudldn't stand still in this forest for another second. There were stories of these woods and what lived inside them, and she couldn't remain to find out if they were true or not. Forcing herself to go on she pushes herself, hard. Heart pounding inside its cavity, lungs working overtime, legs screaming. On and on she goes until she just can't run anymore. Coming to an abrupt stop she keels over in the dirt and lays still. Heaving, she tries to get as much air as her burning lungs can hold. She digs her fingers into the cool dirt and begins to cry. Hot tears pour furiously from her ducts and once she starts she can't stop. Not for a long time. An hour past and the tears stopped. Sitting up she knew she had to move forward. Gathering all that was left of her, she stood up and walked back the way she came when she heard it. CRACK . It sounded as if a tree trunk had been broken. The noise sounded rather close, maybe 50 ft away. Squinting she tried to see what was in front of her, though her vision was clouded. Fog surrounded the trees making it impossible to see even five feet in front of her. Taking a step forwards she listens hard, and tries her best to focus her eyes. Slowly she begins to walk, and suddenly a dark figure is there before her. Frozen she stands. Losing all control of her actions she remains there, stuck. Not even realizing, she takes a step back. Then another. Soon enough she is flat out running, as fast as her chicken legs can carry her. Too scared to look back she pushes on, until she notices her path is blocked. Its her truck. Relieved, she fishes into her pocket in search of her keys. Finding them she yanks them out of her pocket so fast she may as well be flash the superhero. Quickly she races to the door of her truck and forces the key in the lock, and as she does so she happens to take a quick glance in the window of the truck. In the reflection she can see perfectly what was chasing her. Blood thirsty eyes stare hungrily back at her. Huge and grey it floats there, tail viciously swishing back and forth. Before she can even scream the great white shark opens its mouth full of teeth and takes an appetizingly huge bite, spraying a stream of blood on the window of the truck as it does so. Guess the stories were true after all.