Samples from Terror on the Trail
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US New York, New Jersey, Bronx, Brooklyn) North American (US South)Transcript
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Rob planned on staying at Clyde Smith shelter tonight and then hitchhike into town tomorrow, resupply and see his buds. Besides meeting Blast four days ago, the only other hikers he'd made a connection with was a nice couple from Midwest City, Oklahoma. They didn't have trail names, but their real names were easy enough to remember Tom and Sally. He met them two nights ago while staying at the same shelter. They talked about trail Life and where they were headed next. They also told Rob about some of the colorful characters they had run into so far. They told him about bunion. Ah, hiker who's snoring was legendary. Then, about an older lady named Pathfinder who had been hiking since her husband passed away. She had left an indelible mark on Tom. Then Sally talked about Tanya in the attack. They told him how sweet she was and how broken she'd been. After the attack, Rob just shook his head. Trail Life was hard enough testing your mental fortitude and integrate without having to deal with some pervert. The trail offered enough obstacles and problems to satisfy anyone's taste for adventure, but this was beyond comprehension. Now you had to steer clear from an 80 psycho. This shouldn't be one of the problems you had to deal with. After hearing about Tanya, how nice she was and how she could talk to anyone. He wanted nothing more than to get his hands on the nut job who had molested her. Once the air had cleared from talking about Tony's rapist, Tom and Sally told him about two other hikers they'd met. Tom said they were really nice, but the shorter one could talk you to death. He said his trail name was Gap, and he was an interesting fella but never did stop talking. Rob didn't let on that he knew them. At first. He just smiled and listened. When Tom was done, Rob let out a big laugh with hands high in the air. He admitted to knowing both Gabin Stretch and that he was meeting them in a few days somewhere near Greasy Creek, Tennessee. He concurred that Gap could talk like no other and that it was a good thing that he was a car salesman. They all laughed at gabs expense, but only in jest. They also said he was one of the nicest folks they bumped into on the trail. The next morning, Rob and his new friends got up around the same time, had breakfast together and went their separate ways. That was only a couple of days ago, Sailor Whiskey and Eric continued towards Ice Water Springs Shelter. Sailor continued harassing Eric about his trail name. She mispronounced it as much as possible, just for kicks. Besides his goofy trail name, she couldn't understand why he was hiking with them. Originally, he had hiked south, but now was heading north. Why the change of heart? He was a day hiker and could have easily continued south on the trail. Hey, football, Why you heading north on the trail this morning You were heading south and now you're not. Do you have multiple personalities? What's the deal? Fair face. It just doesn't compute its fury or Eric And I already told you I'm out for a weekend work out. I could have headed in either direction, but figured I'd head north. Yeah, but you started out heading south. Why not just keep going? What can I tell you? Yes. I wanted to spend more time around the two of you. That's all Ah, just weird is all. Anyway, we should be there in a few hours. I think you're right. Just a few more hours. Eric said with a smile. Eric was pleased with how things were turning out. His plan had three steps. Find someone special. Attacker, Take away her power. Step one was complete and he was happy with his choice. Now all he had to do was figure out their routine and come up with a plan for step two. Step three was the easy part. And the most important destiny had a plan for him. He just knew it. Eric knew things would work out the way he envisioned. He was a thinker, a planner. And he always got what he wanted. No matter what. He'd stay positive. He knew good things were coming his way, But he didn't want to wait too long. He wanted her. Soon he couldn't wait to watch her squeal in pain. All those snide remarks about his trail name would cost her dearly. She just didn't know it yet. They arrived at the shelter well past sunset. Sailor and whiskey immediately went to work, getting the tent ready along with filling up water bottles of the of the creek. Eric placed his rickety tent under a large oak tree. He didn't bring a lot of gear, so things went quickly for him. Once settled, he looked around to see how many others were there. He noticed three hikers in the shelter and two others intense. But he didn't mind the other hikers. They weren't messing up his plans. He knew he couldn't attack tonight.
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Characters, Homemaker, Husband, Villain, Antagonistic, Authoritative, Believable, Cocky, Creepy, Gravelly, Narrator, Perky, Snarky, Villainous, North American (General), North American (US General American - GenAM), North American (US New York, New Jersey, Bronx, Brooklyn), North American (US South)