Alligator Swamp

At first I was just part of a team investigating some suspicious activity way out in a southern swamp concerning a hideous, backwoods old white man who was married to a younger girl. The younger girl was identical to Christina Ricci. There were some murders in the area and everyone suspected the old man was involved and feared that the young wife was next. It was agreed by the others on my team that this marriage was not consensual.

Then it was night and there was no team. I was on a bed made of wooden slats covered with a dirty blanket. I realized that I was also married to this crazy old man and did not want to be. I kept hiding because I didn’t want him to find me. I could hear him forcing Christina Ricci help him wrap up a dead body to feed to one of the two giant alligators that swam the perimeter of the dilapidated shack we all lived in. He made Christina swim out into the water and push the body in front of her. When the alligator made its way toward her she had to push the body into the alligator’s jaws before it ate her and then swim away fast enough not to be caught by the second alligator. The water was also infested with water moccasins, but the alligators were so huge that the snakes seemed inconsequential.

I was terrified for her and decided I was going to help her escape, so I came up with a plan. We were supposed lock the old man in his room and make a run for it, but just after we locked him away, she threw me into an outhouse that was barely attached to the shack we lived in and let the old man out of his room. She had tricked me because they had an agreement that if she agreed to keep me in the shack, she wouldn’t have to dispose of the bodies anymore.

They were preparing a body for me to take into the swamp, and I could smell it rotting from the outhouse. The space I was in was very dark and small. I was kicking and punching frantically until some of the drier wood in the door cracked. Christina Ricci tried to push the wood back in but then I kicked it so hard she flew back and hit the old man and he dropped the body. They were screaming at me and throwing up, but I was running away so fast that my feet were barely skimming the swamp water. I knew the alligators were behind me but I didn’t want to see them or the shack so I didn’t look back.

Eventually my feet hit some grass and I knew I was going to get away, but I wouldn’t stop running. It was still night time and I decided that if I ran until the sun came up, they could never catch me.