Unremembered

By Backwoods

After suffering a severe concussion in a fatal crash, Ethan Wolfe must flee town. While piecing together the mysterious events leading up to the crash and his fiancées death, he tries to find his way to their cabin through the dense woods.
In her last words, she gives him the startling news of her pregnancy. As he struggles with the loss, the concussion begins to take a tremendous toll and he must use his survival skills to remain alive, injured and alone in the wilderness.
He heads west to seek asylum with his old friends, Eric and Kevin Boone, but arrives to find them facing troubles of their own as a sickening discovery of murder reveals an evil beyond imagination. Ethan, along with Kevin, Eric, and their cousin JJ, take matters into their own hands and track down the brutal killers. A dangerous pursuit follows as he tries to discover the truth behind the murders, while struggling to recall the lost memories of the crash.
The details of the crash return to his memory with an unexpected revelation, while twisted dreams and a shocking premonition leave him wondering if they face the evil, or are the cause of it.
Although the painful loss, brutal murders, and overwhelming evil will never be forgotten, they will be stricken from memory, keeping them forever, Unremembered.

Contains violence, profanity and drug use.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Backwoods
• Release date: Jan 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301919819

Backwoods

My wife offered the image.She claims the likeness is remarkable.~​Do I have a slogan? Well, did once and my deer got away.~A website! Watch out fer spiders!~True happiness can only be achieved with a complete, and total, lack of awareness.~When I tweet, birds come. When I yahoo, somethin' good just happened. I threw away my fackbook many years ago, when my wife stole my heart. My weebly is all wobbly, myspace is a mess, and when I google I shut the door and light a match.~~~~~~~~●About The AuthorWe live off grid, hidden amongst hundreds of acres of the deep Ohio backwoods. Our tiny town is loaded with the type of folks that wave when you drive by, and stop when you need help. A quiet existence, far removed from the amenities that a modern life would provide, may seem impossible to some, but the dog loves it and the wife and kids don't seem to mind.We have no television and no electricity to run it if we had. That said, led lighting and 12v solar kits make off grid life quite modernized. My wife and I often run our portable dvd player at night, catching up on our favorite shows and any new movies that appear worth watching. A car radio provides some noise and a 12v on-demand water pump covers all of our water needs.I may soon write about our life without power. I may even publish it under my other name, so curious minds can seek out my true identity. However, the 'True Tales from the Backwoods - From Hunting Camp, To Home' is still in the scattered thoughts stage. I have plenty of stories to tidy up and get to you before then.~Thanks for Reading~~Backwoods~

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Unremembered

A Short Story

Written by Backwoods

Copyright 2013 Backwoods

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Chapter One: The Crash

Her pale skin had lost the little color it once possessed and her deep blue eyes had grown cold and dark with fear. With this, her final expression, an evil was exposed, an evil of necessity, an evil of forgotten demons hidden deep within for all but the final definitive moments of a lifetime.

We had shared life, love, happiness, pain and the necessity of evil realized over the last few years. A necessity unremembered in her dying moments and final words. Words typically welcomed with joy had been nearly too disheartening for her to speak and would forever remain much to bitter to fade from my shattered collection of memories.

Moments earlier her pickup had swerved off the road, crashing through a split-rail fence and careening downhill through a rolling pasture before embedding into a large old oak tree. Although maintaining my consciousness, several brilliant flashes of color consumed my vision as my head met the windshield.

My eyes focused on the cluster of auburn hair protruding from the crater in the passenger side of the windshield as I turned to Veronica. Her head lay rested against the seat as a slight trickle of blood formed around her left eye and down her cheek. Her tight fitted blue jeans with the holes that I had loved so much had been blackened by the steady flow of blood from a gaping wound on her left wrist. The blood continued down her fingers, dripping into a pool on the floorboard. Her eyes opened and she rolled her head to face me.

Ethan? I...I...I am sorry Ethan, I am so sorry. After a long hesitation, she continued, Ethan, you've got to go now Hun. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek, merging into the blood I am pregnant babe, I'm sorry I didn't te-- The life emptied from her eyes and she was gone.

See ya soon babe, I whispered to my lover, best friend, and the mother of my unborn child and a son, whose time here had not exceeded a single celebrative cigar outside the county hospital.

Give them my love, I'll see ya soon baby.

I broke into a sweat and a throbbing pain struck deep inside my head as my nose began to bleed. I forced open my door and fell out onto the ground. Reaching in behind the seat I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and with one last tearful look back at the mangled remains of the ragged little S-10, I headed for the wood line at the edge of the pasture.

We had been only a mile or two from our cabin and the valley in which I found myself should tie into valley downhill from there. I had hunted the area for many years and although familiar with the land, darkness was approaching and the woods seemed mysteriously altered in the black of night. With a bit of luck, I could find my way in