It was like a chaotic orchestra. The sound of dozens of car alarms playing out of rhythm had amplified off the hills on which I was jogging, that afternoon.
Peering through a nearby treeline, I managed a glimpse of what was an unfamiliar Grants Pass. Vehicles piled together, smoke and flame emerged violently as the community of people fled in random directions.
A clearer view, I thought, was needed to get a better understanding of what was really going on below. Turning around, I began to run towards the trail head on the hill across the road from me. I had ran this trail countless times, but never this fast and it had never felt so foreign. The half-mile trek uphill seemed like a eternal-instant, both endless and quick.
Reaching the mountain top, after so many frantic steps, left me ached and tired....breathing heavy. I gave pause for a moment, resting my hands on my knees as my body caught up to itself, but only for a moment. As I stood up, allowing myself to breathe deep, the cool breeze, I was taken over by unclear emotions.
Fright? Surprise?...Confusion? Yes! and no. My lack of comprehension for the sight which fell my eyes seemed less important than at what I was looking.
The crowds running away, others towards. But from what?...to what?
Squinting, my eyes grew sharper. People, I thought terrifyingly, they're eating...people!
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