The Story of Tammy Armstrong

PROLOGUE

She was running through the woods laughing at the game she was playing, looking back every so often to see how far behind her sister was, and then she saw The Man. She came to a halt, almost tripping over a tree branch in the process as her hair whipped forward and she stared at him. He was dressed in nothing more than a simple gray t-shirt with blue pants and what appeared to just be regular boots. He seemed like a harmless man, but the way he stared at her made her want to run and hide from him. He was standing and staying still, breathing heavily, reeking of something that made her gag. “Little girl,” he had slowly said to her. His own voice startled him and made him gag when he smelled his own breath. The man he had feasted on was drunk, so Thomas hadn’t the need to knock him out after drinking from him. Clearly, the smell of his alcoholism had lingered on Thomas' breath along with the man’s blood as well. But it only bugged Thomas for a moment as he saw the girl before h