《Trek Into The Woods》Chapter 21
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“Ah, there one is” I hear a woman speak, I turn around to see Lisa standing there holding one of those rods with wire at the end to capture animals.
“What are you doing here, aren’t you suppose to stay in the lab?” I ask to her.
“Nah, too boring. And plus you’re going to need help catching one so we can examine it” she shoots back.
“Fine then, I’ll draw its attention and you can grab it from the back” “sounds good to me” she answers.
I watch as she circles around the mutated person careful not to make any noise. Alright, my turn now. I jump out of cover, “Oy, over here you big ugly lump” (I know making fun of it isn’t going to do anything but it still can be fun). The thing snaps its attention towards me, “Yeah that’s right, come on”.
It begins to slowly navigate towards me, “You’re a rather slow one aren’t you?” I question it. It stops and stares at the question, then breaks into a sprint at me. It grabs me by the shoulders and slams me to the wall behind. “LISA GRAB IT!!” no wire comes, no answer sounds, just the gnashing of teeth in front of me. “LISA, where are you!?” no answer comes forth, just void. The room flips onto its side, I’m on my back against the wall. “LISA!!!” teeth go for my throat.
I grab ahold of the arm shaking my shoulder and hold where the teeth went for. I gasp for air, my skin is clammy to the touch. “Are you alright?” I look over to Alexia whom just asked the question, stare at her blankly for a moment. I release her arm and lean back into the driver seat, Alexia and I are in the front seats, Doug and Helen are in the back seat. Helen wanted to split girls to boys but no matter the situation or timeframe I don’t believe in splitting up couples, so we got put in the front seats with a barrier in between us.
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“What am I saying? Or course you’re not, nobody is” she whispers out, the other two sleeping. After I get relaxed again I speak, “The trick is not to let it get to you” I smirk. “How can I not let it get to me? It’s all around, it’s our very world now” she says back. “Now? Since when has it not been” I ask, “What do you mean?” she replies. “The world has always been a cruel and unjust place to live. Wars waged by old men panting at greed and power, young men drafted or volunteering for violence and dying for the unknown true goal. Psychopaths running ramped through the streets killing for pleasure, kidnappers gunning for ransom. Robbers stealing what they don’t deserve from those who do” I pause to catch my breath and to have it sink in “ the present only adds another element as other things have in the past centuries. The world as always mean corrupt in many ways, in time we’ll learn how to callus it, learn how to deal and handle the situation and solve it. It all takes time and others to heal old and new wounds alike”.
“Uh” Alexia lets out an awkward sound. “Pfft, don’t worry about it too much. Just remember to stay close to your friends and trust in them. Everything else will fall into its own place the way it’s suppose to be. The universe is chaotic, yet still is peaceful and ordered in its own way” I look over at her face, which as a confused look on. “Haha, I’m going to try and get more sleep. You get enough too” I give a soft smile to her, probably can’t see it though since it’s quite dark.
“Have some good dreams” she replies, “Yes, you too ma belle” I mutter as I drift back to the void.
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