Jack with a Q

Screams tour through the air jolting Jacq from his daydream. He paused his hand instinctively going to his neck, the world around him seemed to slow. All he could think about was the events of that night. The smoke swirling around him, chocking him. The darkness closing in before a door was kicked open a firefighter pulling his to safety. Jacq stumbled bring himself back to reality the screams he had just heard, he needed to do something. He decided to do the most stupid thing he could do and ran in the direction of the scream. Jacq ran into the forest branches tearing at his skin. He had no idea where he was going and for once in his life he wished he had a map.  The trees started to thin out and not before long Jacq reached a clearing and to his horror there was a patch of blood and a fork in the middle. He looked around but all was quiet, he could hear the wind whisking through the trees bringing the cool air with it. Jacq shivered he wished he brought his mittens. he slowly walked over to the fork, it was covered in blood and the end was stuck into the ground.