    "Go to your trailer, and lock the door until a ranger or cop shows up," ordered the ranger.
    "What did you find? Was it my son?" anxiously asked Mr. Harris.
    "I don't know what it was, a who or a what. It's a real mess. Bears sometimes do that," replied the ranger.
    The ranger called for all available rangers and police for help. Around thirty showed up. Shortly thereafter, around a hundred military personnel showed up as well.
    "That's basically the story. So, we will wait until morning before venturing into the woods. Ranger Jefferies will assign you to the campers. Remember, stay in the light, and never venture off by yourself. Myself and the forensic team will attend to the kill site. Ranger Jefferies, you have the floor," said the general.
    The ranger sent groups of four to the campers, the rest stayed in the ranger station, and he took the general and forensic personnel to the kill location.
    "Christ all mighty. What a mess," the general said.
    "We should wait for daylight. Processing this is going to take some time," said one of the forensic team members.
    The general agreed, and stationed ten soldiers to protect the scene.
    Right about then, came that scream that sent chills up and down their spines.
    "Sounds several miles away," said the ranger.
    "It can cover a mile in one minute, without even breaking a sweat," said one of the general's aids.
    One of the military groups that was originally sent out to find number nine were working their way through the forest, when several deer ran past them.
    "Damn. That was close, and it's not even hunting season," said one of the soldiers.
    "Stop! Listen!" said another soldier.
    "For what?" said another.
    "Whatever is chasing them, comes to mind," said the first soldier.
    They did not have to wait long. They could hear something coming through the trees. Then came that scream.
    The soldiers crouched down, rifles at the ready.
    They notified the general of the situation, as they listened to the noise moving through the trees and brush.
    "Makes my blood run cold," said one of the soldiers.
    The noise stopped.
    "How far away do you think it is?" asked a soldier.
    "Beats me, I can't tell, but feel free to go see," he replied.
    "This'll take down anything," the soldier replied, holding up his rifle.
    "If you get a chance use it," said another.
    "I say we go get it. Sitting here waiting for it to come to us makes me real nervous.
    "The general said to stay put, but it you feel froggy, go get it," said the first soldier, with short laugh.
    "No problem. Besides, i gotta take a leak," came a reply, as the soldier ventured into the trees.
    "Davis! Get your ass back here. Don't be a fool. You've seen that thing," said the first soldier.
    "Yeah, and it's head will look real good on my wall," was the reply.
    A minute later came a squealing sort of cry from the soldier, and a scream from Nine, and a thrashing sound from the trees.
    "God damnit God damnit " said the first soldier, in an elevated voice.
    They could hear a chewing and gashing sound made by Nine, feasting on the soldier.
    Two of the soldiers stood to go help their buddy.
    "Sit down Theres nothing you can do, except join him," the first soldier commanded.
    A few minutes later, the ranger, general, and a dozen soldiers with many more right behind them showed up, and were made aware of what had just happened.
    A helicopter with inferred and night vision came whirling overhead, and began to search. Soon thereafter, there were several more helicopters scouring the area.
   The search went on for days with no resalts.
   It was verified that the kill site the ranger had found was indeed Mr. Harris' son. The remains of the soldier that went after Nine, were found in the same state as Mr. Harris' sons.
    A week later a hikers remains were found, and then a motorist who had parked to take pictures were found.
    You could draw a nearly strait line from Nine's kills to the city.
    The military had been keeping track, and had alerted the police of the situation.
    "This is what we know. Nine has most certainly made it's was into the city. So, at night, Nine could be anywhere. In the day, it is going to be high in the trees or abandon buildings. Keep in mind that it is very fast. Really fast. Nine can outrun your K9's, and it is capable of eating it on the run. You have pictures of Nine, and you should show the on Television, and posters in the schools and street corners. Everyone must be aware of this thing. As far as we know, your service weapons will put it down," the general said to the crowed of Police Chiefs.
    The meeting was interrupted with a call relaying coordinence of another crime scene, which looked like scenes attributed to Nine.
    By nightfall, the city had been saturated with details of Nine's activities and profile.
    Needless to say, the fear level was off the charts. The streets were bare, and businesses were closed.
    The police were getting hundreds of calls of sightings.
    "Martha, where is everybody. I went to the store, and it's closed. There isn't a person anywhere," said Mr. Stepherd, talking loud enough for his wife to hear, as they are both quite elderly.
    He walked into their living room, and saw Nine with both hands grasping large part of his wife, and rapidly chewing.
    Nine stood staring at him, and kept chewing. The chewing slowed a bit, and Nine slowly moved toward him. He was too scared to move, so Nine was able to get right next to him. In a flash, Nine had ripped off his head, and began eating him.
    His meal was interrupted by a knock on the door. I was the police doing a house-to-house notification of the current threat.
    Nine moved to the door, and looked through the window. The officers dog began to get a bit hyper. The officer pulled his gun, and moved closer to the window in the door. There was Nine staring at him face to face. The office jerked back, tripping over his dog. Nine pushed the door down, and the officers dog went for Nines arm. Nine grabbed the dog, and took a bit. The dog yelped, and the officer fired his gun, as he lay on his back. The officer scrambled to his firing his weapon as fast as he could.
      "Go to your trailer, and lock the door until a ranger or cop shows up," ordered the ranger.
    "What did you find? Was it my son?" anxiously asked Mr. Harris.
    "I don't know what it was, a who or a what. It's a real mess. Bears sometimes do that," replied the ranger.
    The ranger called for all available rangers and police for help. Around thirty showed up. Shortly thereafter, around a hundred military personnel showed up as well.
    "That's basically the story. So, we will wait until morning before venturing into the woods. Ranger Jefferies will assign you to the campers. Rember, stay in the light, and never venture off by yourself. Myself and the forensic team will attend to the kill site. Ranger Jefferies, you have the floor," said the general.
    The ranger sent groups of four to the campers, the rest stayed in the ranger station, and he took the general and forensic personnel to the kill location.
    "Crist all mighty. What a mess," the general said.
    "We should wait for daylight. Processing this is going to take some time," said one of the forensic team members.
    The general agreed, and stationed ten soldiers to protected the scene.
    Right about then, came that scream that sent chills up and down their spines.
    "Sounds several miles away," said the ranger.
    "It can cover a mile in one minute, with out even breaking a sweat," said one of the general's aids.
    One of the military groups originally sent out to find number nine were working their way through the forest, when several deer ran past them.
    "Damn. That was close, and it's not even hunting season," said one of the soldiers.
    "Stop! Listen!" said another soldier.
    "For what?" said another.
    "What ever is chasing them, comes to mind," said the first soldier.
    They did not have to wait long. They could hear something coming through the trees. Then came that scream.
    The soldiers crouched down, rifles at the ready.
    They notified the general of the situation, as the listened to the noise moving through the trees and brush.
    "Makes my blood run cold," said one of the soldiers.
    The noise stopped.
    "How far away do you think it is?" asked a soldier.
    "Beats me, I can't tell, but feel free to go see," he replied.
    "This'll take down anything," the soldier replied, holding up his rifle.
    "If you get a chance use it," said another.
    "I say we go get it. Sitting here waiting for it to come to us makes me real nervous.
    "The general said to stay put, but it you feel froggy, go get it." said the first soldier with short laugh.
    "No problem. Besides, it's gotta take a leak," came a reply, as the soldier ventured into the trees.
    "Davis! Get your ass back here. Don't be a fool. You've seen that thing," said the first soldier.
    "Ya, and it's head will look real good on my wall," was the reply.
    A minute later came a squealing sort of cry from the soldier, and a scream from Nine, and a thrashing sound from the trees.
    "God damnit God damnit " said the first soldier, in an elevated voice.
    They could hear a chewing and gashing sound made by Nine, feasting on the soldier.
    Two of the soldiers stood to go help their buddy.
    "Sit down Theres nothing you can do, except join him," the first soldier commanded.
    A few minutes later, the ranger, general, and a dozen soldiers with many more right behind them showed up, and were made aware of what had just happened.
    A helicopter with inferred and night vision came whirling overhead, and began to search. Soon thereafter, there were several more helicopters scouring the are
   The search went on for days with no results.
   It was verified that the kill site the ranger had found was indeed Mr. Harris' son. The remains of the soldier that went after Nine, were found in the same state as Mr. Harris' sons.
    A week later a hikers remains were found, and then a motorist who had parked to take pictures were found.
    You could draw a nearly straight line from Nine's kills to the city.
    The military had been keeping track, and had alerted the police of the situation.
    "This is what we know. Nine has most certainly made it's way into the city. So, at night, Nine could be anywhere. In the day, it is going to be high in the trees or abandon buildings. Keep in mind that it is very fast. Really fast. Nine can outrun your K9's, and it is capable of eating it on the run. You have pictures of Nine, and you should show them on the Television, and posters in the schools and street corners. Everyone must be aware of this thing. As far as we know, your service weapons will put it down," the general said to the crowd of Police Chiefs.
    The meeting was interrupted with a call relaying coordinance of another crime scene, which looked like scenes attributed to Nine.
    By nightfall, the city had been saturated with details of Nine's activities and profile.
    Needless to say, the fear level was off the charts. The streets were bare, and businesses were closed.
    The police were getting hundreds of calls of sightings.
    "Martha, where is everybody. I went to the store, and it's closed. There isn't a person anywhere," said Mr. Stepherd, talking loud enough for his wife to hear, as they are both quite elderly.
    He walked into their living room, and saw Nine with both hands grasping a large part of his wife, and rapidly chewing.
    Nine stood staring at him, and kept chewing. The chewing slowed a bit, and Nine slowly moved toward him. He was too scared to move, so Nine was able to get right next to him. In a flash, Nine had ripped off his head, and began eating him.
    His meal was interrupted by a knock on the door. I was the police doing a house-to-house notification of the current threat.
    Nine moved to the door, and looked through the window. The officers dog began to get a bit hyper. The officer pulled his gun, and moved closer to the window in the door. There was Nine staring at him face to face. The office jerked back, tripping over his dog. Nine pushed the door down, and the officers dog went for Nines arm. Nine grabbed the dog, and took a bite. The dog yelped, and the officer fired his gun, as he lay on his back. The officer scrambled to his firing his weapon as fast as he could.