The Mark Of Challenge 5

She cleaned up the campsite as best she could, trying to remove all traces of violence and blood.

When it was almost dusk, she was done. If some tourist or park ranger came by, they wouldn't suspect anything unholy had happened right here.

She got out her campstool and sat down, emotionally drained and physically exhausted. Her face went slack and her eyes lost focus as she reviewed what she had just done. The ruined a piece of humanity that had been lying on the ground numbed her sense of reality.

Her mind kept trying to come to grips with the fact that the white ragged sticks were bones, that the red mass of tissue had once been a human being. The sickly pallor of the skin that no longer had blood flowing to it to give it that peach colored hue, the blood tuming black as it dried in the cool mountain air. The sickening slurp that sounded so loud in her ears as she picked it up and drug it across the ground to the hole she had dug