Steve on Debbie's Trail
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 101
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Steve walked into the woods feeling prepared to face any obstacle he might encounter. He should considering the small fortune he had spent at the hunting shop. He made sure to stock up on anything and everything he might need in the wilderness. As he paid at the counter of the hunting shop the cashier, a plump man in flannel jacket with an unkempt red beard gave him and his purchases a quizzical look.
"Awful lot of gear here. What you going into those woods for any way?" The man asked.
"Just to...get some clarity. Fresh air does the mind good." Steve answered.
The man gave him a once over before he spoke again.
"That it does friend. That...it...does. I'm sure you'll find what it is you're looking for out in that green." The man said before handing Steve his card back.
By the looks the cashier gave him Steve could tell the man viewed him as an amateur. He wasn't wrong. The most camping Steve had done was on a family vacation before Nicole was born. Despite his lack of experience he was driven. He was stocked up and in this for the long haul. He wasn't leaving that forest until he found Debbie.
"One last thing. You keep an eye out word is there been bear sightings out in those woods recently." The cashier said before he left.
Steve thought the man maybe trying to rattle a clear novice with tales of bears. Then again he could've been just trying to pass along a friendly warning. Regardless Steve wasn't rattled in the slightest. He knew that there were things in that woods much more dangerous than bears, and if he was lucky he was going to find the one that was his wife Debbie.
As the scientist got deeper into the woods the weight of his pack began to wear on him. The strain of the strapes began to irritate his shoulders. Still he persevered and went even deeper. He had to admit he felt a little like one of those bigfoot hunters his son, Derek, watched obsessively on television. In a sense Steve supposed he was hunting a monster of sorts. He laughed a little as he thought of a large hairy ape man standing inside the littlest toe prints of one the giants foot prints. While the funny imagery his mind conjured up helped him carry on, it also reminded Steve of the book on tracking he had purchased. He stopped and dug it out from his pack and began to thumb through the pages.
Steve skimmed through the pages of the book until he found a chapter on tracking large animals.
"This will have to do. There are several signs of left behind to pick up an animals trail. First look for broken or disturbed branches in the area."
Steve walked a bit further until he cam to several downed trees. Some were completely uprooted. Other looked purposely bent or shoved out of the way.
"Check." Steve continued to read aloud.
"Another sign easy to recognize sign of an animal's presence is foot prints."
Sure enough what Steve first thought were ditches in the area actually turned out to be two large sets of footprints. He looked ahead as they seemed to follow along the path of broken trees. Steve kneeled down and grabbed some dirt from the large soul imprint beside him. He felt the dirt in his hand. It was still solid as if it had been recently compacted. These prints were fresh. He was on the right trail.
Steve continued to follow the trail as the two large sets of prints went further and further into the woods. When he saw the two sets split the scientist was stuck at a literal crossroads. He had a 50/50 shot. The last person on Earth he wanted to run into was Erica. Steve closed his book. This decision would require his own bit of expertise.
Steve looked at the two sets of prints and then he measured them using one of his hiking poles. After clearful consideration he chose to follow the slightly larger set of print. At regular size Debbie was a bit taller than Erica. He also knew from his years of buying Debbie shoes for her birthday and Christmas that she didn't exactly have dainty feet. The scientist also knew that the ray's growth was based on multiplying the subject's current size and proportions. So when Debbie enlarged herself her feet would grow in proportion with the rest of her body at normal size. With all this in mind Steve reasoned that Debbie's feet would be slightly bigger than Erica's at their current giant size. Confident his reasoning was sound he made the decision and continued to follow the trail.
Steve continued to twist and turn in step with the foot prints. The terrain in this portion of forest became so rough that he literally had to walk in Debbie's foot prints them to keep going forward. Luckily he could see a clearing up ahead and knew he'd have a little breathing room away from all this overgrown vegetation soon enough. With that in mind he decided to return to his tracking book for guidance.
"Animals will often leave behind piles of scat over periods of time. These dropping are good indicators of what the creature your tracking has eaten over time and if they should be avoided."
"Damn. Well that's no help. It's not like I'm going to stumble across a big pile of..." Steve cut himself off as he walked into the clearing and immediately gagged at the horrid stench that was all around him.
"Dear Lord." Was all Steve could muster before he quickly closed his mouth to prevent breathing in the horrible aroma in the air.
Not twenty yards ahead of him, in the middle of the clearing, was a giant mound of Debbie's shit. By the looks of it and the smell, it was freshly made. Despite every bone in his body telling him to run past this grave discovery, the scientist in him itched to investigate a little bit further. He pulled out a bandana from his pack and wrapped it around his mouth and nose and approached.
Steve gave the mound of waste a wide berth as he walked. As he circled around he noticed several ripped up trees left on the ground beside the spot, probably used by Debbie as makeshift toilet paper. That was nothing compared to what he saw next. Despite his distance and in between the hordes of flies that buzzed around the area Steve could clearly see stained white objects sticking out like arms on a snowman. He knew those weren't tree branches poking out, they were bones. Human bones.
Steve had heard the reports that Debbie had been seen eating people. He refused to watch any videos claiming to have footage of the act. He had hoped, naively, that that was just sensational news broadcasts trying to attract viewers. Now the evidence was staring him right in the face. He was married to a giant cannibal. By looks of things it hadn't been a one time deal either, as he saw several human skulls lodged in the pile like bits of nuts in a melted candy bar. How many many more were buried too deep for him to see?
Steve knew he could do nothing for the collection of bones encased in his wife's morning dump. He made a marking on his map and a mental note to tell authorities about the spot when he could. Hopefully someone would be willing to come out and collect the remains. At least then the families and loved ones could have some closure. With that he continued on past the morbid reminder of how much of a real danger Debbie had become.
Steve was still more than a little shook by what he saw back at the clearing. As he continued to follow more giant footsteps forward he failed to notice the movement coming from the bushes until it was too late. As he prepared to climb a fallen log out a large collection of brown fur and claws emerged from the brush. Steve fell back, his backpack breaking his fall as a large bear stood on its hind legs and roared. Steve's mind instantly flashed back to the cashier warning.
"Shit! Why hadn't I taken that man seriously. I was so worried about getting eaten by Erica or Debbie instead I'm going to be eaten by this bear."
Normally this large ground predator would try to avoid humans and go for smaller woodland critters. However the two giants intrusion into the forest the night before caused a stampede of animals to flee the area. That left the forest without suitable game for the hungry bear. Right now in the bear's eyes Steve was looking a lot like a good meal.
"Awful lot of gear here. What you going into those woods for any way?" The man asked.
"Just to...get some clarity. Fresh air does the mind good." Steve answered.
The man gave him a once over before he spoke again.
"That it does friend. That...it...does. I'm sure you'll find what it is you're looking for out in that green." The man said before handing Steve his card back.
By the looks the cashier gave him Steve could tell the man viewed him as an amateur. He wasn't wrong. The most camping Steve had done was on a family vacation before Nicole was born. Despite his lack of experience he was driven. He was stocked up and in this for the long haul. He wasn't leaving that forest until he found Debbie.
"One last thing. You keep an eye out word is there been bear sightings out in those woods recently." The cashier said before he left.
Steve thought the man maybe trying to rattle a clear novice with tales of bears. Then again he could've been just trying to pass along a friendly warning. Regardless Steve wasn't rattled in the slightest. He knew that there were things in that woods much more dangerous than bears, and if he was lucky he was going to find the one that was his wife Debbie.
As the scientist got deeper into the woods the weight of his pack began to wear on him. The strain of the strapes began to irritate his shoulders. Still he persevered and went even deeper. He had to admit he felt a little like one of those bigfoot hunters his son, Derek, watched obsessively on television. In a sense Steve supposed he was hunting a monster of sorts. He laughed a little as he thought of a large hairy ape man standing inside the littlest toe prints of one the giants foot prints. While the funny imagery his mind conjured up helped him carry on, it also reminded Steve of the book on tracking he had purchased. He stopped and dug it out from his pack and began to thumb through the pages.
Steve skimmed through the pages of the book until he found a chapter on tracking large animals.
"This will have to do. There are several signs of left behind to pick up an animals trail. First look for broken or disturbed branches in the area."
Steve walked a bit further until he cam to several downed trees. Some were completely uprooted. Other looked purposely bent or shoved out of the way.
"Check." Steve continued to read aloud.
"Another sign easy to recognize sign of an animal's presence is foot prints."
Sure enough what Steve first thought were ditches in the area actually turned out to be two large sets of footprints. He looked ahead as they seemed to follow along the path of broken trees. Steve kneeled down and grabbed some dirt from the large soul imprint beside him. He felt the dirt in his hand. It was still solid as if it had been recently compacted. These prints were fresh. He was on the right trail.
Steve continued to follow the trail as the two large sets of prints went further and further into the woods. When he saw the two sets split the scientist was stuck at a literal crossroads. He had a 50/50 shot. The last person on Earth he wanted to run into was Erica. Steve closed his book. This decision would require his own bit of expertise.
Steve looked at the two sets of prints and then he measured them using one of his hiking poles. After clearful consideration he chose to follow the slightly larger set of print. At regular size Debbie was a bit taller than Erica. He also knew from his years of buying Debbie shoes for her birthday and Christmas that she didn't exactly have dainty feet. The scientist also knew that the ray's growth was based on multiplying the subject's current size and proportions. So when Debbie enlarged herself her feet would grow in proportion with the rest of her body at normal size. With all this in mind Steve reasoned that Debbie's feet would be slightly bigger than Erica's at their current giant size. Confident his reasoning was sound he made the decision and continued to follow the trail.
Steve continued to twist and turn in step with the foot prints. The terrain in this portion of forest became so rough that he literally had to walk in Debbie's foot prints them to keep going forward. Luckily he could see a clearing up ahead and knew he'd have a little breathing room away from all this overgrown vegetation soon enough. With that in mind he decided to return to his tracking book for guidance.
"Animals will often leave behind piles of scat over periods of time. These dropping are good indicators of what the creature your tracking has eaten over time and if they should be avoided."
"Damn. Well that's no help. It's not like I'm going to stumble across a big pile of..." Steve cut himself off as he walked into the clearing and immediately gagged at the horrid stench that was all around him.
"Dear Lord." Was all Steve could muster before he quickly closed his mouth to prevent breathing in the horrible aroma in the air.
Not twenty yards ahead of him, in the middle of the clearing, was a giant mound of Debbie's shit. By the looks of it and the smell, it was freshly made. Despite every bone in his body telling him to run past this grave discovery, the scientist in him itched to investigate a little bit further. He pulled out a bandana from his pack and wrapped it around his mouth and nose and approached.
Steve gave the mound of waste a wide berth as he walked. As he circled around he noticed several ripped up trees left on the ground beside the spot, probably used by Debbie as makeshift toilet paper. That was nothing compared to what he saw next. Despite his distance and in between the hordes of flies that buzzed around the area Steve could clearly see stained white objects sticking out like arms on a snowman. He knew those weren't tree branches poking out, they were bones. Human bones.
Steve had heard the reports that Debbie had been seen eating people. He refused to watch any videos claiming to have footage of the act. He had hoped, naively, that that was just sensational news broadcasts trying to attract viewers. Now the evidence was staring him right in the face. He was married to a giant cannibal. By looks of things it hadn't been a one time deal either, as he saw several human skulls lodged in the pile like bits of nuts in a melted candy bar. How many many more were buried too deep for him to see?
Steve knew he could do nothing for the collection of bones encased in his wife's morning dump. He made a marking on his map and a mental note to tell authorities about the spot when he could. Hopefully someone would be willing to come out and collect the remains. At least then the families and loved ones could have some closure. With that he continued on past the morbid reminder of how much of a real danger Debbie had become.
Steve was still more than a little shook by what he saw back at the clearing. As he continued to follow more giant footsteps forward he failed to notice the movement coming from the bushes until it was too late. As he prepared to climb a fallen log out a large collection of brown fur and claws emerged from the brush. Steve fell back, his backpack breaking his fall as a large bear stood on its hind legs and roared. Steve's mind instantly flashed back to the cashier warning.
"Shit! Why hadn't I taken that man seriously. I was so worried about getting eaten by Erica or Debbie instead I'm going to be eaten by this bear."
Normally this large ground predator would try to avoid humans and go for smaller woodland critters. However the two giants intrusion into the forest the night before caused a stampede of animals to flee the area. That left the forest without suitable game for the hungry bear. Right now in the bear's eyes Steve was looking a lot like a good meal.
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