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Shaken and dazed, Ruth Weiss stood motionless in snow up to her knees. Why am I here? She looked around her dark, snow-covered neighborhood. yeah, she whispered. Taking a deep breath, she continued the long trek toward the cul-de-sac at the end of the street, where the vacant lot opened into the desert. Ignoring her painful arthritic hips, she hobbled away farther from her home. A sigh escaped, causing her frozen breath to halo around her head.   Monster Beats Pro     cat, she raged aloud. Then she whispered, me. couldn remember how she ended up so far away from her house. That memory was buried like her feet in the snow. it doesn matter if I can remember how I got here, she reassured herself. desert is where Bernie will be. He loves hunting there. She glanced back longingly to her cozy home, whose safety now seemed so far from her. She resolutely turned and continued trudging toward the desert. hope you there, Bernie. sudden snow storm that buried her neighborhood had brought with it dead silence, and the only sounds and signs of life were her crunching footsteps. The unnatural quiet of the night frayed Ruth nerves, and she shook in her husband oversized down coat. Wayne was a big man, and suddenly she wished he was here beside her. Hoping to distract herself, she spoke, breaking the silence, if you alive, I gonna kill ya. She shook her frail fist in the air dramatically. right. You one dead cat! the distraction came with the anticipation of stapling signs of her missing cat around the neighborhood. She choked back a cry, and with a tinge of regret and urgency, she called, here, love. Come here kitty, kitty. Ignoring her aches, she tottered at her best speed through the thick snow. find him in the desert like I always do. stopping, Ruth gasped for air. The snow caved in heavily on her boots while a painful prickling raced up the nape of her neck making her heart pound frantically in her chest. All thoughts of Bernie vanished. She stood shivering in the dim light as a sudden wave of horror blanketed her. years ago, I would sprinted home and come back out with a baseball bat, she muttered. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.

The sudden anxiety attack overwhelmed her. Turning her head slowly, she searched the shadows between the houses for any movement,    Monster Beats Solo     for anything out of the ordinary or harmful. A deep moan, wrenched without conscious thought from the depths of her soul, escaped her lips. A crushing sense of danger surrounded her. Her heart raced and she began hyperventilating, creating clouds of mist that hindered her vision. only I had kept Bernie in the house like Wayne told me. Tears welled in her eyes while she stood frozen in place.

Breathlessly and with a dry mouth, she called in a broken voice, kitty, kitty. Her fear became oppressive. Maybe I can start moving back home before couldn finish the thought as another wave of terror seized her mind and paralyzed her body.

On the verge of swooning, swallowed by the blackness of terror, Ruth heard the loud crunching of tires traveling slowly on the icy road. Lights, a beacon in the darkness, were heading toward her from the other end of the street. Relief flooded her and hope slowed her pounding heart. It had to be Elizabeth driving home. She didn feel quite so alone now. Mustering her courage, she hobbled quickly toward the lit corner.

Elizabeth home stood at the end of the cul-de-sac next to the desert, right where Ruth wanted to be. If she hurried, Elizabeth could help. Help me find Bernie save me.

Ruth quaking legs managed just three crunching steps toward the lit corner. Before she could take the fourth, the air was excruciatingly and violently pounded out of her lungs. Before she could catch her breath and cry out in pain, she was scooped up like a rag doll, flung viciously over a shoulder, and unceremoniously carried away.

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