Escaping Witikow part 2

The sky outside was cloudy but the clean, crisp, air helped Abby to forget about the gloom and pain for just a second. She wasn't sure if it was the blood loss or disgust from the putrid smell they just encountered but she suddenly felt nauseous and vomited multiple times in a row. 

She was looking at Chris, unsure of what their next steps should be. Both of them were injured now, so their chances of outrunning Witikow were even less than before. The only viable option was to make a stand and fight. Before they could make their stand, they needed to find a good place to hide that would allow for some kind of trap or ambush. With the warehouse clearly an unsafe option,  that left the only other structure: the mill. 

The building was large but narrow with a conveyor belt running through the middle of the building and different saws in each station. If only they could get the power back up and running, then they would easily be able to use this place to trap or maybe even injure Witikow. If they could somehow trap it on the conveyor or between saws, it would have to focus all its attention on getting out of the machine and the couple could make a run for it. Now they just had to find out how to get the power back on or if it was even possible. But before that, they needed to address Abby's shoulder.

The nearly three foot pole was sticking out of her back making her an easy target. There was no way she would be able to run nor hide with such a massive piece of wood sticking out. They had to cut it. What better place to find something to cut it with than a room full of literal saws?

“Chris, I need you to do me a favor,” Abby whispered.

Chris looked at Abby affectionately, “What do you need?”

“I need you to cut this damn pole off my back. Literally get a blade and cut this shit down to a more manageable size.”

Chris looked around and saw a hand-saw mounted to the wall. First he got a good grip on the pole which made Abby flinch. Then he took a deep breath.  Then sawed faster than he thought possible. Within seconds, the pole fell to the ground with a loud clatter. 

Abby looked relieved after getting part of  the pole removed and proceeded to look for a breaker box or some kind of indication of the location of a powersource. They didn't find anything like that but by random chance, Chris gazed out one of the windows and spotted a generator behind the building. Bingo, that was their way out.

Witikow had other plans. Before they ever got the chance to get out though, it showed behind Chris. In a heartbeat, Abby saw a sharpened bone poke out the front of his chest. Blood immediately poured out of Chris's mouth. Wikitaw threw his body to the side and began to come after Abby, but suddenly he couldn't lift his foot. With every ounce of strength he had left Chris dug his fingers into the beast's mud stained flesh.

Abby heard Chris mutter, “I'll always love you Abby. Now run!” First she saw the lighter in his hand, then she smelled it. Propane. Witikow must have  cracked the tank when he stabbed through Chris's pack and now propane slowly  spread throughout the room.

Chris and Abby exchanged a knowing glance. His wounds were fatal. He wanted nothing more than to bring the bastard who did this down with him so Abby would have a chance to survive. With all his might,  he held onto the cryptid and in what could only be described as a miracle actually stayed alive and immobilized Witikow. He even bit into the creature's calf. The beast let out a guttural growl and started to whack Chris. His grip didn't loosen but Abby saw the desperation in her lover's eyes and burst into tears while running towards the logging service road.

In a desperate attempt to slow her down, Witikow  threw a dagger carved from bone at her, which dug its way deep into the flesh of Abby's calf. She stumbled and fell forward but continued to move quickly once she stood back up. When she was out of range, Chris smiled one last time and lit the lighter. The room was immediately engulfed in flames and then boom! A large explosion literally blew the roof off and in the next few seconds pieces of wood flew 100 meters into the sky. Pieces of debris fell down around Abby but she continued to limp forward.

Abby speed limped her way up the service road when she began hearing someone calling out for help in Chris's voice. She wasn't dumb enough to fall for that. She did not turn around to check to see if Chris had survived. There was no way. So, instead she did as her grandma had instructed and never for even a second looked back. Instead, her shirt drenched in blood, and leg a mess as well, Abby made it to the highway where a concerned trucker got her into her cab just before Abby fainted from blood loss. It was over. Abby had made it out alive thanks to Chris.  

At the hospital, Abby told the police what happened but they didn't believe her. After spending months in rehab Abby decided that she would avenge the man that she was set to marry. After loads of tribal research and recruitment of others who had lost loved ones to Witikow, Abby gathered her own little army who planned to hunt down the monster. 

After 1 year, her army was finally complete. Abby found herself standing on the service road again, this time with enough explosives to blow the mill off the map and a fully loaded shotgun. She was accompanied by a dozen other tribal people, all armed and ready for a fight “We'll see who is afraid to look back this time. This is for taking my Chris.”