“Larry?”
Alex wasn’t going to just sit around and wait. She had a feeling deep in her gut, swarming around, causing great anxiety. The forest was uncharacteristically quiet…
“LARRY?”
She called to him but the only response was her echo. As she half walked, half ran deeper and deeper into the woods, she started to think that perhaps Larry had lost track of time while stopping to fish along the hiking trail. Maybe when she left, he arrived. Alex had searched the woods for at least an hour, laughing at herself as she pictured Larry sitting at home wondering where she was.
She turned around to take a different path just in case when it hit. The excruciating pain in her stomach. Hundreds of knives slashing away indiscriminately, destroying her abdomen. She gasped. The intensity this time was worse. She could feel it coming up. It burned her throat.
The contents of her stomach splashed against the forest floor. Thick, yellow stomach acid, standing out against the deep greens and browns of the earth she knelt on, speckled with bright red blood.
Things Fall Apart 