anxiety radiate through my chest and my footsteps echo in my ears. Everything was so surreal. I can see the green shimmer in the sunlight and hear the stifled gargles of hunger as they came rushing towards me.
I feel my resolution slowing fading into a dark cloud of fear. The sun seems to be burning brighter and my throat is void of all saliva. Dry. I feel like I’m swallowing tumbleweeds and razorblades.
I take a deep breath. Come on Trevor you can do this. You can! I know you can! You don’t need an extra life, just fight hard for this one. My thoughts fall short of bravery. A random memory and my mother’s sweet voice flashes across my mind.
I was at the doctors; those needles seemed so big at the time. So menacing. Just like all kids, I was doomed to letting that tiny sword poke deep in my skin. I was scared and I felt faint. The lights were brighter and noises were distance. I was losing it. Then my mother’s sweet advice helped me through it.
“Close your eyes honey, distract yourself, and think happy thoughts. Think about anything you wish and it will be over before you know it.”
I feel the beady eyes of pod rats swarming closer, analyzing me. Baboons screech in the background and I see the tiny bastards in the trees. I was outnumbered. So I close my eyes. Distraction. I take a deep soothing breath and try my hand at poetry.
The Pods are clever in there endeavor
They patiently
Wait for me
The same can be said for me
Unfortunately,
For one of us
This shall be
When we sleep peacefully
For all eternity!
This did nothing to help. If anything my own broken brain conjured up the exact phrases needed to make the situation worse. I was wishing for that needle. The first of many filthy angry rats jump at me, their claws mingling with the denim of my jeans. Their teeth trying desperately to find the soft meaty tissue beneath my armor. In a panic I kick. I kick, I scream and I swing my club.
No longer surreal, the moment was moving in fast forward. My chest no longer felt the sting of fear but the rush of adrenaline. Anger and resolution, Inner strength and commitment to survival. This is the very thing that makes us special. Makes us different than them. We have the ability to understand our situation and the inner strength to overcome our own extinction. We don’t bow to an Alpha. We destroy the Alpha; we destroy the Alpha and warn any other dominant wannabes that their fate will be the exact same if they try to get us to submit.
I had the fire of hell burning inside me and I was intent on burning down the forest. The battle had just begun and as I watched the baboons close in on me, their nasty green fangs oozing fat drops of saliva and their lungs shrieking their war cry I answered their call.
“COME AND GET IT!”
*~*~*
Chapter 14
An unlocked door. A loaded shotgun. A tough bird named Irene Mae Norwood. A home cooked pork roast and a funeral for Hayseed the pig. The barrage of incomprehensible events that collided with Alex and Boomer within the last hour of their lives left her head swimming.
She let her fork slide into the tender meat and felt her saliva pool at the corner of her mouth. It has been quite a while since she had a home cooked meal, something worth all the gold in the world at this moment in time.
Boomer lay sprawled across the couch with his own plate on his chest, devouring every last bite within a mere five minutes, race between his appetite and his ability to chew. Alex watched the sauce and the bits of food land effortlessly on his shirt as he attacked his meal. A mighty burp and a small pause was all that came from Boomer.
Alex looked down and realized she was just as bad, her meal vanished in a matter of minutes and her clothes too were stained with evidence of ill manners. Embarrassed, she gets up to collect the empty plates and rush off to do the dishes, her face still burning red.
“No need dear. I can do that” came the rough old voice from just beyond her
I feel my resolution slowing fading into a dark cloud of fear. The sun seems to be burning brighter and my throat is void of all saliva. Dry. I feel like I’m swallowing tumbleweeds and razorblades.
I take a deep breath. Come on Trevor you can do this. You can! I know you can! You don’t need an extra life, just fight hard for this one. My thoughts fall short of bravery. A random memory and my mother’s sweet voice flashes across my mind.
I was at the doctors; those needles seemed so big at the time. So menacing. Just like all kids, I was doomed to letting that tiny sword poke deep in my skin. I was scared and I felt faint. The lights were brighter and noises were distance. I was losing it. Then my mother’s sweet advice helped me through it.
“Close your eyes honey, distract yourself, and think happy thoughts. Think about anything you wish and it will be over before you know it.”
I feel the beady eyes of pod rats swarming closer, analyzing me. Baboons screech in the background and I see the tiny bastards in the trees. I was outnumbered. So I close my eyes. Distraction. I take a deep soothing breath and try my hand at poetry.
The Pods are clever in there endeavor
They patiently
Wait for me
The same can be said for me
Unfortunately,
For one of us
This shall be
When we sleep peacefully
For all eternity!
This did nothing to help. If anything my own broken brain conjured up the exact phrases needed to make the situation worse. I was wishing for that needle. The first of many filthy angry rats jump at me, their claws mingling with the denim of my jeans. Their teeth trying desperately to find the soft meaty tissue beneath my armor. In a panic I kick. I kick, I scream and I swing my club.
No longer surreal, the moment was moving in fast forward. My chest no longer felt the sting of fear but the rush of adrenaline. Anger and resolution, Inner strength and commitment to survival. This is the very thing that makes us special. Makes us different than them. We have the ability to understand our situation and the inner strength to overcome our own extinction. We don’t bow to an Alpha. We destroy the Alpha; we destroy the Alpha and warn any other dominant wannabes that their fate will be the exact same if they try to get us to submit.
I had the fire of hell burning inside me and I was intent on burning down the forest. The battle had just begun and as I watched the baboons close in on me, their nasty green fangs oozing fat drops of saliva and their lungs shrieking their war cry I answered their call.
“COME AND GET IT!”
*~*~*
Chapter 14
An unlocked door. A loaded shotgun. A tough bird named Irene Mae Norwood. A home cooked pork roast and a funeral for Hayseed the pig. The barrage of incomprehensible events that collided with Alex and Boomer within the last hour of their lives left her head swimming.
She let her fork slide into the tender meat and felt her saliva pool at the corner of her mouth. It has been quite a while since she had a home cooked meal, something worth all the gold in the world at this moment in time.
Boomer lay sprawled across the couch with his own plate on his chest, devouring every last bite within a mere five minutes, race between his appetite and his ability to chew. Alex watched the sauce and the bits of food land effortlessly on his shirt as he attacked his meal. A mighty burp and a small pause was all that came from Boomer.
Alex looked down and realized she was just as bad, her meal vanished in a matter of minutes and her clothes too were stained with evidence of ill manners. Embarrassed, she gets up to collect the empty plates and rush off to do the dishes, her face still burning red.
“No need dear. I can do that” came the rough old voice from just beyond her
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