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We made our way quietly through the woods until we saw a clearing up ahead. We left our bikes and crept to the edge of the forest where we were still concealed by the trees. Before us was presented a horrible scene. What first caught my eyes was the pile of bodies, no, body parts. The mangled mound of flesh, blood and bone lay next to a bonfire near the center of the clearing. Around the fire stood a dozen of the ugliest creatures I had ever seen. The rednecks were greasy and disgusting. Their clothes were a mix of torn denim and muddy camouflage. They were misshaped and grotesque, some fat and slovenly, others little more than skin covered skeletons. I nearly puked when one of them pulled a leg, severed at the knee, from the body pile. He held it over the flames for a few minutes then tore off a chunk of flesh with his teeth. As he chewed, blood ran down his chin and covered his tattered t-shirt. I nearly gave us away with a yelp when Franklin
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