The Ruins
Scott Smith
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0307390276
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Trapped in the Mexican jungle, a group of friends stumble upon a creeping horror unlike anything they could ever imagine.Two young couples are on a lazy Mexican vacation–sun-drenched days, drunken nights, making friends with fellow tourists. When the brother of one of those friends disappears, they decide to venture into the jungle to look for him. What started out as a fun day-trip slowly spirals into a nightmare when they find an ancient ruins site . . . and the terrifying presence that lurks there.
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the crack along its bottom. “Wash yourselves, then get inside the—” He stopped in mid-sentence, turned toward the tent with a startled expression. Eric and Stacy followed his gaze. There was a rustling sound: the sleeping bag was moving. No—Amy was moving, kicking at the bag, thrashing, struggling to rise. For a moment, they simply watched, not quite able to believe what they were seeing. Then they were rushing forward, all three of them, even Eric, his wounds forgotten, his weakness and
his throat, entering on the left side, exiting on the right, passing completely through his body. Jeff fell to his knees, but he was instantly back up on his feet, thinking, I’m okay; I’m not hurt, while his mouth rapidly filled with blood. He managed three more steps before the next arrow struck him. This one entered his chest, a few inches beneath his armpit, burying itself almost to its fletches. Jeff felt as if he’d been hit with a hammer. His breath left him, and he could sense that he
the path. The dog was covered in ticks, Stacy noticed. Dozens of them, like so many raisins hanging off his belly: fat, blood-engorged. She could see others moving through his pelt, and she stood up quickly, pushing the dog away from her, but to no avail. That brief demonstration of affection had won the mutt over; he’d adopted her. He pressed close to her body as she walked, winding himself through her legs, whimpering and wagging, nearly tripping her. Hurrying to catch up with the others, she
them admitted to it. Not that there would be anywhere to run, of course. Stacy lay very still, listening to the other two breathe, trying to guess if they were close to sleep. She wasn’t; she was tired to the point of tears, but she didn’t believe she’d ever be able to find any rest here. She could hear Jeff and Mathias talking softly outside the tent, without being able to tell what they were saying. After awhile, Amy let go of her hand, rolling away from her, onto her side, and Stacy almost
up. Try to be like an animal. Like a dog. Rest when you have the chance. Eat and drink if there’s food and water. Survive each moment. That’s all. Henrich—he was impulsive. He mulled over things, and then he lunged at them. He thought too much and too little, all at the same time. We can’t be like that.” Stacy was silent. His voice had risen toward the end, sounding angry, startling her. Mathias made an abrupt gesture, waving it all away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m just talking. I don’t even
