A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of alarm and misery from his wife forced him to run down to her side. The street lamp flickering opposite cast a faint shadow of the figure that stood before Mr. White and his wife. There on the front porch of the once quiet and calm residency stood Herbert White, alive, but definitely not well. Mrs. White stood there staring at her son while viciously taking in massive breaths of air while looking at her son in utter disbelief. Herbert’s left foot was completely gone. A good four inches of flesh and muscle was gone from where his foot used to be and up his leg. His torn shoulder exposed his cracked Acromioclavicular joint and the green flesh that surrounded it, which had speckles of…show more content… But, this is too risky to continue on with. I wish there was another way, but this is the final word,” Mr. White said, harshly. Hebert tried looking in his father’s eyes with despair, but he would not faced his son. Mr. White turned away from his son, and listened, as he walked to the front door and opened it to let himself out of the home that once welcomed him. Mr. White’s eyes glistened with tears, but he refused to let any out. He collected himself back together before going to his bedroom to tell his wife what he’d done. They both cried together that night, for they had lost their son, before falling asleep. That night, Herbert went to town to walk around. He remembered most of the stores, after all, he’d only been away for at least two weeks. Herbert had thought that since it was so late and dark out that nobody would have seen him, but his thoughts were…show more content… Get away from her! Stay out!” he shouted and then slammed the door. Herbert ran away from his old home into the forest. As he ran deeper, the more more foggy and dark it became inside the woods, and it almost gave him the chills. Herbert came across a cave as he ran. He stopped. It was already so dark out,and he’ been running for over an hour, so he stopped. Herbert gathered some wood, leaves, vines, and some food to store in the cave, which he assumed was about 50 miles away from the town. He found a small corner in his cave and he settled down into it and covered himself with the makeshift blanket he had created out of vine and leaves. He ate a snack and the tried to fall asleep. Herbert woke to the echoes of water dripping into the small puddles it made on the rough cave floor. Soon, he heard the sound of twigs snapping underneath feet, tree branches rustling, and leaves crunching. Next, came many loud shouts from angry people. Herbert felt panic brew inside of him. The footsteps sounded closer, as did the
