Gravel Path

Kate went down to the gravel path to marvel at the gorgeous sight of the huge lake. Jogging a half a mile around the peaceful lake, Kate spotted a man by his pickup truck, illegally fishing.

Kate approaches the man. “Sir, you can’t fish here, it’s illegal.”

The man glances at Kate, nods, and packs everything he’s got in his truck. Feeling a newfound spark of confidence, Kate smiles as she jogs away. All that changes in minutes when she hears quickening footsteps behind her. A damp rag was pressed hard, covering her nose and mouth. All went black.