Chapter Three

The flooding had caused a great deal of issues. As we walked up the trail towards Jillian with me in the lead, our feet kept getting caught in the mud and we would have to stop and pull our boots out before we sunk too far in. I stopped suddenly and searched for where she should be lying but I couldn't seem to spot her. It seems Jillian had been having trouble breathing in the area with the marsh grasses, so she had moved to a more muddy and cleared section. I soon located her and led the dumb men to her pitiful body, which was floating silently on top of the musty water and was only moving slightly to allow her to breathe. The doctor being clueless pronounced her deceased, and I saw her smile a little with the knowledge that the plan was working. As the undertaker brought out the rotten old casket, I remembered the one thing she had stressed over and over before we had started, to never stop the plan in action. So even when I noticed that the casket had nail holes in it, I didn't say a word. They lowered her body into the casket, and picked up the casket by the handles which groaned under the slight weight in which they bore. We walked slowly and carefully over the flooded marsh grounds and came to a barren foggy part of the grave yard on which the kids love to play. Our boots splashed through the muddy water as we came upon an old dug grave that appeared to have not been inhabited recently. My old worry had been that they would nail her in, but I soon had come upon the new horror that the same holes that were open on the sides would soon make the casket an actual grave for Jillian if they lowered her into that water.