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Post by kaijafon on Aug 23, 2012 19:10:14 GMT -6
oh no! one dead and gone..... will the other one be dead also? wow! great job describing his reaction. Thank you!!!
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Post by steve on Aug 24, 2012 12:22:32 GMT -6
PART #0027
The fire was dying down to glowing embers by the time I went back inside the chamber room. Perhaps it was the darkness obscuring that indescribable horridness that gave me the strength to walk back in there knowing... You know, "it" was in there.
Even though I didn't want to, I performed everything with a matter-of-factness and "let's just get this over with" mentality. I stuffed the sink fire with more paper and assorted burnables. Grabbing the plunger, I turned back around to face the opened gel chamber with the decomposing body. As soon as it was light enough to see the chamber in detail, I walked over towards it with the plunger. Using the plunger, I knocked the lid of the gel chamber closed. I probably made a "this is gross" face while doing it.
Fwee-CHUNK!
Setting the plunger down onto the counter-top, I proceeded to clip my toenails. If the guy was alive in the second gel chamber, he could f**king wait a moment because if I had to suffer through all of this, the least that could be afforded me was the distinct pleasure of having two feet again and not walking and scrambling around like I had clown shoes on.
Maybe the smell had always been there but the smell... The smell was just awful. Spoiled meat. Rotten milk. Decayed... Ugh. I powered through clipping my toenails as best as I could. They were good enough. I could always fine-clip them down later.
Walking over to the second gel chamber, I grabbed the release lever and lifted it up swiftly and unceremoniously.
Sckree-schunk. Hissssss.
Just like before, the gel chamber sprayed out some gel for a few moments. Just like before, I got out of the way not to get hit by it.
Lifting open the lid of the gel chamber I saw... Yeah. F**k. He was dead, too. F**k. It was as gross as the last guy. I think I saw an arm floating independent of the torso. F**k.
I slammed the lid back down on the chamber and pushed the lever down. I was not dealing with this anymore. I went to the other gel chamber and pushed that lever down as well. I coughed hard a few times, wobbling back to the sink fire.
There was nothing more I could do here. Nothing more I could gain by being in a room with two dead, decomposing bodies. Nothing more to gain by stumbling into a changing room with nothing to change with. I had to leave. I had to leave the building.
I had fire and, with fire, I had light. Light to explore. Light to explore a way to get out of the basement and, hopefully, out of the building.
It was time to explore.
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Post by kaijafon on Aug 24, 2012 13:22:38 GMT -6
ah shuckie darn! both dead. I wonder what he will find when he finds his way outside.
I'm thinking morlocks! lol! thanks!
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Post by rvm45 on Aug 24, 2012 23:21:15 GMT -6
I hate nails. Had one big toenail removed. Trying to talk my Podiatrist into removing the other big toe's nail. She won't remove but one per visit. Take them all off as far as I'm concerned. If I knew a good friendly Doctor who'd remove the Fingernails, they'd go too! Good story so far though. Be a shame to cut a nice scalp like that--be proud, be a Warrior. .....RVM45
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Post by debralee on Aug 25, 2012 0:58:59 GMT -6
clip clip clip...that was a lot of clipping..those dead bodies sure was gross..what a visual--ugh. No sleep tonight with that fresh on my brain. lol. Now for him to get out of there and hopefully find at least one live person out walking around and hopefully its a woman or the human race might be over..Great reading, thank you.
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Post by steve on Aug 25, 2012 5:11:23 GMT -6
PART #0028
For some reason, I had a sudden urge to cut my long hair down and trim my beard. I suppose there was a practical reason, considering that I would soon be handling fire close to my body and I wouldn't want to accidentally light myself on fire.
I think that the reason, though, that I cut my hair was reactionary - It was an emotional response to seeing those two very dead, very dissolved... People in the gel chambers. Emotionally, I must have associated "gel chamber" with "death" and then realized that my hair and beard had been soaking in it for... Who knows how long? A month? A year? Longer?
There's a reason why you go to a barber shop to have your hair cut - Because someone cutting their own hair will do a lousy job at it. It was no different with me - Even the punk rockers with all of their weirdo hairstyles would probably look at me and quip, "Amateur." The beard was, obviously, a little easier - I just chopped it down enough so it looked as though I hadn't shaved in a few weeks.
It wasn't stylish, but both my hair and beard were now short enough.
Picking up the plunger from the plunger end, I scooped up the other toilet paper roll through the handle of the plunger. Think of it like an ad hoc toilet paper dispenser - The toiler paper could roll around on the handle of the plunger. Then, I dipped the toilet paper roll into the sink fire.
Instant torch.
Grabbing the bunsen burner and the book of matches, I walked out the door of the chamber room and into the hallway.
I had places to go.
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Post by steve on Aug 26, 2012 9:27:14 GMT -6
PART #0029
Torches, in the movies, are so overrated. Look at those things - They last for freakin' hours. They illuminate more than a floodlight. The people are holding those things close enough to their face to freakin' shave with them.
OK, so maybe I was doing it all wrong but that wasn't my experience with my toilet paper and plunger torch. First, torches throw off a lot of heat. After all, it's a f**king flame, for pete's sake! Seriously, how close can you get to a flame before your skin feels like it's about to catch fire? Not as close as you think. Second, it definitely didn't throw off a lot of light - A cheap, plastic flashlight probably would've done a better job AND it would have weighed less AND it would have definitely lasted longer than the couple of minutes that the torch did.
Also, there's one final aspect of my toilet paper and plunger torch that I could have done a better job with - Putting the toilet paper in the suction cup part of the plunger instead of looping the cardboard tube through the plunger handle and carrying the plunger sideways. Bad idea. The problem? Flames don't care what they burn, just so long as it's burnable. So, about ten feet down the hallway, the plunger handle began to burn as the flame jumped from the toilet paper to the handle. Great.
Fortunately, before my torch-handling crisis, I was able to discern two facts about the basement: One - That the entire basement consisted of a single L-shaped hallway and rooms branching off from that. Two - I was closer to the basement staircase than I thought. Heck, the basement staircase was about twenty feet away from the chamber room doorway.
The basement staircase door opened with a little effort and with hardly any of the theatrics of the chamber room door. By then, my plunger and toilet paper torch was in crisis mode, clearly beginning to burn the plunger handle and forcing me to drop the whole contraption onto the floor. If ever there was a more fortuitous time for the floor to be ankle-deep in water, this was it. The torch continued to burn as I walked through the door as the door began to shut.
Suddenly, I stopped, wide-eyed, slamming myself at the door before it could close completely. Was the door locked on one side but not the other? I tested the door and found, indeed, that it was.
F**k, that was close. The last thing I needed was to be locked in a staircase with no way out. I picked the plunger torch back up (the flames were gone by now) and stuck it between the door and the frame to keep the door propped open.
Crisis averted, I directed my attention towards the staircase above me. The staircase had some natural light filtering in from above. What else could I do? I began cautiously walking up the very dirty, very dusty but not soaked staircase in front of me. At the very least, I would be able to get out from the ankle-deep water and see if the doors on the floors above in the staircase were also locked.
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Post by nancy1340 on Aug 26, 2012 22:47:37 GMT -6
Interesting. Thank you.
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Post by steve on Aug 27, 2012 14:54:02 GMT -6
PART #0030
I thought that getting out of the ankle-deep water that was flooding the basement would have been a positive development. Not exactly.
Once I began walking up the stairs, my soaking wet bare feet began picking up all of the crude and grim that the staircase had to offer. Great. Scraping the bottoms of my feet on the edge of the stairs was an exercise in futility that only emphasized the need to dry my feet or, better still, find something that resembled shoes to wear.
The metal staircase wound it's way all the way up to the top of the building which wasn't very high up - I remembered that the outside of the building wasn't very tall... Maybe four floors or five floors. I didn't bother walking up to the top of the staircase - I wanted to find a way out of the building or, at the very least, a window to see what the outside world resembled.
The staircase was lit only by the dim light that shone through the small slit glass windows in the doors connecting the various floors to the staircase. It was enough light to see the broad geographic strokes of an area but not to see the detail or color. There was dust and mold and mildew all dancing in the air, topped with a humidity that caused me to cough several times as I carefully walked upwards to the next floor.
There it was - The door to the ground floor. For someone who had been bathed in darkness up until this point, the light coming from that window seemed pretty darn bright to me. It was light, though - Real light from a real sun, not the florescent tube kind or even an incandescent bulb.
Open. The door opened. It opened in spurts, as though the hinges would give just a bit before hitting a rust patch and requiring a significant amount of force to overcome. I didn't need a lot of space to walk through the doorway; There was no need to yank the door as wide open as possible. I tested the door from both sides and found that the latches worked on both sides. I didn't need to prop this door open. Heck, I didn't even need to do anything with it - It stayed open after I let go of it.
Ground floor - I tried to remember the floor plan of how I traveled throughout the building. No one had been given a tour - We test subjects had walked in, sat down in the lobby until called, walked to an elevator and then went down to the basement as a group.
As I stood just outside the ground floor door of the staircase, it was clear that the building had been consumed by nature. As bad as the basement had been, the ground floor was one load-bearing beam away from being overrun by vegetation and... Well, who knows what else.
With no other choice, I cautiously walked forth. I needed to find the exit to the building, find a weapon, something that resembled "clothes"... Heck, all I really wanted was food at that point and the morbid curiosity of what the date was. It turns out that I'd get all of those things, just not in the way I expected it.
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Post by steve on Aug 27, 2012 15:08:51 GMT -6
I'd just like to thank everyone for their comments. They are deeply appreciated and I hope that you have enjoyed reading the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it so far.
In celebration of my 30th entry in this story, I'd like to share some useless trivia about the design of this story and "what might have been":
* As part of the experiment, I started writing the first part of this story without knowing anything about the plot of the story. I also wrote the title without knowing the direction of the story, either. The plot began to form once I began to write Part #2.
* I already know how the story ends and, unlike some of my other stories, this one has a definitive conclusion (No "To Be Continued..." or anything like that).
* My biggest regret so far after writing the first 30 entries is that I didn't spend enough time contrasting the work environments of the Rock and Roll Rollerskate Park, Webbler's and Rollerskate Party Center. I don't want to give too much away but, upon re-reading those sections, I'm not sure if I gave them the detail that they deserved.
* Another expanded plot point that got eliminated was a "competition" amongst the test subjects as to who would get to be placed in the gel chambers and receive the $100 dollars. At one point, there was only going to be three gel chambers and five candidates with the competition as to who would outlast the others being fierce and even some underhanded tactics being used. This expansion was ultimately scrapped for reasons too numerous to mention here.
There is some other trivia that might be too spoiler-ish at this point. I'll reveal more later once more is written. Anyway, thanks again for reading.
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Post by kaijafon on Aug 27, 2012 15:47:15 GMT -6
Thank YOU for feeding my addiction to this story..... I just wish the "shots" were LONGER!!!!!
bwwwaaaahahahahahahahaaha!
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Post by patience on Aug 27, 2012 20:48:41 GMT -6
This is the wildest storyline I have seen in a while, yet still so believable! I love it! Can't wait to see where this goes. This guy is just an average sort of fellow, and is stuck in the most preposterous situation--naked, cold, and hungry, and has no clue what year it is yet. Talk about rock bottom...
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Post by bunyip on Aug 28, 2012 1:15:39 GMT -6
Well, I just found this. Loved it.
REALLY looking forward to seeing the next parts.
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Post by steve on Aug 28, 2012 14:36:32 GMT -6
PART #0031
Hot, humid, stale air surrounded me. Light blanketed me from windows caked with so much grime that they were more opaque then transparent. An eerie silence fell all around me, interrupted only by the sounds of my footsteps and my own breath.
There was a visitor permanently waiting in the front lobby and it's name was Mother Nature. Vines growing in places you'd never seen vines growing. Trees stretching through broken windows. Grass and weeds bubbling up through every floor crack it could find. I couldn't help but stifle an amused laugh to see a large banner hanging in the front lobby - Half of it bleached white from the apparent daily passing of sun and shadow while the other half still fairly crisp with it's coloring.
I have to admit - It was an overwhelming sight, at least to me.
What the H**l had happened? Seriously? I mean... Trees and vines and this grass... It just doesn't sprout up overnight. I wasn't a nature person but none of the vegetation looked foreign or exotic to me - It wasn't like the plants were extraterrestrial or anything - They were just the normal weeds and vines and crap that would grow if you didn't mow the lawn or tend a garden.
Most of the doors on the ground floor opened with little problem although some felt locked when I jiggled their doorknob. I suppose, in hindsight, that I should have armed myself against the unknown but an unknown 'what?' Space aliens? Monsters? Mutants? The ground floor was deserted of all sentient life except for myself.
I was surprised that a few rooms had escaped the re-forestation that I had seen in the front lobby and in the hallways. A room devoted towards office cubicles lay almost untouched by Mother Nature, her elements or her many resident rodents. I grabbed a shiny, metallic letter opener instinctively out of the bemused chance that it would afford me much protection against the ominous unknown that might assail me eventually.
There was a small kitchen and water cooler room that, remarkably, did not smell as horrid as I had anticipated. Had so much time pass that even the smell of rotted food, now long gone, had faded? I half-hoped that the room would contain something - Water, food... Anything, but the room was barren of anything remotely useful to me. The water in the water cooler had long since evaporated and I was more than late to whatever the refrigerator had once held.
After searching the ground floor and convincing myself that the largest threat to my safety lay in my own inaction, I walked back to the front lobby. I was compelled to see what the world was like outside, compelled to see how drastic the change was. It was a silly desire, given my other pressing needs but I figured that the sooner I knew the reality of my situation, the better.
Cautiously, I walked up to the front doors but then stopped. I had an idea to resolve at least one of my concerns.
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Post by idahobob on Aug 29, 2012 8:47:07 GMT -6
O.K. I've got to this point this morning and now: Bob III
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Post by steve on Aug 29, 2012 14:57:54 GMT -6
PART #0032
Do you know what a poncho is? It's the world simplest piece of clothing to make. It's a large circle of cloth with a hole cut out of the middle for your head. That's it. Put it on, tie a rope around your waist. Instant modesty.
OK, so my own poncho was more than a little rectangular in nature. So sue me; It was the first time I had ever made one. My resources were a little limited.
The Office Cubicle That Time Had Forgot also had a pair of scissors in it. Using the scissors, I cut down the large banner that was in the front lobby. Heck, the banner was large enough to make three ponchos, not just one. All the better, considering how likely it was that I would manage to screw up on my first attempt.
The banner felt plastic-y and, against skin, probably wouldn't be the best for anything stealthy. No stealing the Royal Crown while wearing this contraption; I'd be crinkling all the way.
I'll admit it - I cheated. I started off with a square and simply cut parts off while trying it on. The result wasn't exactly a circle but more between a rectangle with a hint of hourglass. Good enough. One of the opaque windows gave off a good enough reflection to make do for a full-size mirror. Fashion designer, I wasn't, but it would do and that was good enough for me.
Is anyone using this extension cord I just found? Anyone? Going once, going twice... Mine. The thin, brown extension cord worked good enough as a rope and made a fairly tight knot.
A trashcan liner for a small trash can became a sack for my bunsen burner lighter and book of matches. Plastic, it seemed, had survived whatever calamity had occurred without losing a lot of it's youthfulness.
I needed food. I was getting hungry. Hunger didn't care about my modesty, it cared about my stomach. I wasn't going to find any food inside the building - Not even junk food had the shelf life of gravel and, if it did, it had long been eaten by rodents.
Food was outside the front doors. Picking up the pair of scissors, I made my way to the front doors again. This time, no new ideas would distract me. I was hunting for food now but, as I would eventually find out, I wouldn't be the only one.
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Post by steve on Aug 30, 2012 13:12:45 GMT -6
PART #0033
See me sitting just outside the front doors to the building I've been in since... Well, who knows how long? See me crying?
I'd love to say that there's a strictly manly, completely macho reason why you're seeing me bawl my brains out right now.
There isn't.
Part of the reason is simply - Well, just pan your eyes around for a moment. What do you see? Vegetation. Vegetation everywhere. Vegetation for as far as your eyes can see.
I'm not talking the little scraggly, scrappy "Farm field left untended for two years" type of vegetation. No. It's a forest. A f**king forest. A "Oh, there's a building here? I didn't know that because I'm walking through a F**KING FOREST!" type of vegetation.
Forest.
Trees where trees should not be. Lots of them. Lots of trees in places where it would take decades... Lots of decades... For them to grow as large as they have.
There's no road anymore, at least any road that I can see. No parking lot. The front steps to the building lead you straight into a forest.
Up until now, I had held out a slight sliver of hope. A slight sliver of hope that this was all some very demented prank. That it was a dream. That I'd open up the gel chamber and everything would be normal. That I'd open up the door to the chamber room and everything would be normal. That I'd leave the basement and everything would be normal.
That I'd leave the building and everything would be normal.
No. Nothing was normal. Not now. Not anymore. Not ever.
Yeah, I'll admit it - I just lost it. The revelation that I was truly, unabashedly, f**ked solid to the Nth degree finally hit home as I stood, jaws agape, looking out into a forest that had grown up and around the building. No cops coming to the rescue. No military coming to the rescue. No one.
My parents were dead. How could they not be?
My friends were dead, I had no apartment, no job... No safety net. Nothing.
I don't know when I began pulling myself together. I think my empty stomach performed that job for me, snapping me out of my misery. I had to slow down and just think carefully and calmly. I was hungry. I was thirsty. I needed shoes. I needed... A weapon beyond this lousy pair of scissors that I was carrying for no other reason than they were better than no weapons at all.
I had fire, though. And, d**mit, if that's all I had than I was going to use it.
I headed back inside the building. I had a job to do.
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Post by steve on Aug 31, 2012 15:19:36 GMT -6
PART #0034
The janitors wouldn't be coming around to clean out the garbage cans anymore. I just thought I'd help them out. Not that there wasn't anything left anyway.
I found all of the garbage cans that I could on the ground floor of the building and emptied them outside. Marching up the darkened but still light enough to see staircase, I tried the door to the top floor. It opened with a heinous creak and groan that let everyone in the neighborhood know that I had just opened a door. Like the door on the ground floor, it stayed open once I let go of it.
The top floor held a lot of natural light that filtered in through the now somewhat opaque windows. I was surprised that the level of vegetation was minimal; If the ground floor was practically a forest, the top floor was merely dirty, moldy, dusty, mildew-y... A mess, to be certain, but hardly overrun with vegetation.
It took a few minutes to figure out where the service door to the roof was; It was the same door that led to all the heavy machinery for the elevator. The room was practically pitch black, save for the precious little light from the hallway. The room was hot and humid; I'm guessing I was the first person to open that door since... Well, whatever had happened.
I felt around carefully for a ladder. I stumbled into machinery, iron braces of various sizes, janitorial bric-a-brac like a mop and a rolling bucket, some sort of workdesk... Then, I got it. It was definitely a thin but very sturdy metal ladder. Climbing the ladder, I felt above me for a ceiling of any type. After climbing up a few rungs, I felt the inside of a hatch. A moment later, I felt a lever on the inside of the hatch.
The hatch was practically rusted shut. I heard a loud pop from the outside as I continually tried to push against the hatch. Eventually, I began to see daylight creep through the opening in the hatch. Daylight became more daylight as I pushed harder and harder against the hatch. I won't quote the obscenities that I spat out but, trust me, they were quite colorful.
After a while, I got the hatch open.
The rooftop was a mess. I didn't step much beyond the hatch opening but it was clear that the roof had seen it's better days.
The view was startling; A forest for as far as the eye could see. A forest... Punctuated by... A statue? A skyscraper? What the heck WAS that?! It... It didn't look like any skyscraper that I had ever seen. It looked weird, a weird angular spire that looked as though it shifted colors... Or was that just the sun reflecting off of it to help it change color? Weird. Being so far in the distance, it didn't cause me much concern. I was hungry. I was thirsty. Forcing open a roof hatch hadn't made either of those two go away.
I had a roof. I had empty garbage cans. Placing the empty garbage cans on the roof, I headed outside.
It was time to make a fire. A big one.
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Post by steve on Sept 1, 2012 5:08:02 GMT -6
PART #0035
Everyone knows how to build a fire. Assemble a ring of rocks on the ground, put flammables into the center of that ring and than ignite. So that's what I did.
I was surrounded by a forest. There was no loss for wood in the form of downed branches and dried leaves. Oddly enough, getting enough rocks together to form a large enough circle took the most time. Go figure.
I decided to try and use that bunsen burner lighter instead of the matches. I had no idea how many matches I would come by, so each one was a little too precious to use arbitrarily. Let me tell you something - Bunsen burner lighters are good at lighting bunsen burners... Not so good at lighting other fires. Bunsen burner lighters rely on very flammable gas to be their combustible. One spark and POOF! There's your flame.
Eventually, I got the bunsen burner lighter to ignite some very dry leaves but who knows how much I wore out that lighter. It was probably more luck than skill that I got anything to light at all with that thing but the revelation did cause me to reconsider my fire-maintaining priorities.
Fire. Motherf**king fire. The poncho was large enough where I could sit down and it would cover my butt while I sat, so I sat on the ground watching the fire slowly grow in size.
Midday turned to dusk. Even on the ground level of a thick forest, you can tell when the sun is packing it in and trying to head home early to beat the traffic. The fire was blazing at this point - I wouldn't need to tend to it for a while.
I was f**king hungry. Not "starving your guts out" hungry but hungry enough to propel myself into the forest, barefoot no less, to look for food. Grabbing a fairly large stick as protection against... Well, whatever might be out there, I gingerly made my way into the forest hoping that I was within walking distance of an orchid, some wild vegetables or... Heck, I'd go for a burger and fries at this point if I found them.
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 2, 2012 9:13:32 GMT -6
So he has a big fire going on the roof....I'm assuming so he can find his way back? I wonder what he will find to eat. A huge forest should have lots of vittles in it. IF he can recognize any, he should get a full belly especially since he seems to be on a "edge". The deeper one goes into a forest, the leaner the pickings as to plants.... anyways.
thank you!!! I'm totally hooked in case you could not tell.
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Post by steve on Sept 2, 2012 9:31:05 GMT -6
PART #0036
Did I know what to look for? Of course not. I worked at a rollerskating rink for six years and a grocery store for less than one. When I stocked the produce section, the produce had already been picked off of the trees or pulled up from out of the ground. All I had done was throw it onto a shelf and make it look pretty.
How many wild strawberries, apples, blueberries, pears... Anything... Would really be growing in what was once an industrial park?
I was screwed. Inside of an hour, I knew I'd be going from "hungry" to "really hungry" and, by nightfall, graduate to "f**king starved."
How many feet was I from the bonfire I had built? Maybe a couple hundred feet. Enough not to see it anymore and, maybe if I listened closely, could barely hear the hiss and crackle of the blaze. My slow pace was mostly because, well, look down at my feet. See the lack of footwear? It was humbling to remember that I once complained about shuffling around in ankle-deep water earlier when I had released myself from that gel chamber.
The slow pace, though, worked to my advantage. The slow pace kept me quiet (Well, as quiet as the plastic-y poncho would allow) and also made me constantly look around.
Then, I saw something. Actually, I heard something first. At first, I thought it was just a rhythmic brushing of tree branches but it sounded to regular. Stopping, I looked over to my left and saw... Yeah, it was deer. A deer off to my left, about... I don't know, thirty feet away? Maybe more? I didn't bring a tape measure with me at the time.
The deer was just grazing on a bush. A bush with little red berries. Sweet. If the deer wasn't dying from eating the berries, I probably wouldn't die either.
I was psyched. I had food. I didn't care how awful those berries tasted, I had food and enough food for... I don't know... The evening? Until the next morning?
I watched the deer eat the berries for a few moments. As soon as the deer moved on, I would swoop in and grab the rest of the berries from the bush.
If only if it had been that easy...
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 2, 2012 12:13:23 GMT -6
It's NEVER that easy!!! LOL! I'm picturing a deer that has mutated with razor sharp teeth and a bad disposition! hahahaha!!!!
oh if only he had one of those spear chunkin' dart things!
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Post by debralee on Sept 2, 2012 14:38:39 GMT -6
Bet those berry bushes had lots of thorns. Not good to swoop into in his present state of dress. Can you say OW!!!
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Post by steve on Sept 3, 2012 4:41:26 GMT -6
PART #0037
Of course, the d**n thing wasn't going to just mosey away from that bush. Cripes, look at it - It's trying to eat every last berry on that bush that it can. Great - There's going to be none left by the time it gets through.
I thought, for a moment, to simply startle the deer and spook it off. In this landscape, though, I took the most conservative option. After all, who knows what would happen - Maybe the d**n thing charges me or something. Maybe it has some sort of disease. Maybe it simply turns to me and politely replies, "Dear, sir, would you be so kind as to wait your turn? Thank you."
So, I waited. I should have brought a good book to read.
Miraculously enough, after a few moments resigning myself to sit and wait the deer out, it began to meander away from the bush. Sweet! I would wait for it to wander far enough away before grabbing the (hopefully) edible berries.
I watched as the deer continued to walk off, pausing here and there to inspect a shrub of one kind or another. Yeah, it was pretty far away. Far enough, as far as I was concerned.
As I began to sneak up onto the bush, though, the deer bolted away. Wow. say what you will but forest animals have the most paranoid sens...
Oh, f**k. What was that?
All I remember hearing was some sort of crash, like a heavy body hitting a mess of tree branches and then an animalistic scream. I don't know how deer scream but I guess I had just heard one.
What... The F**k... Was that?
It wasn't a bear. It was too thin, the hair was too long.
It wasn't a wolf. The "legs" didn't look right and if it was a wolf, it was the biggest wolf I had ever seen.
A cat, like a cougar or something? Come on... I know what a lion or a cougar looks like. Trust me, this thing was almost... Humanoid. A "missing link," if you will, between a normal human and... Something else?
That deer didn't have a chance. My eyes were frozen on this... This thing just jumping out of nowhere and pouncing on the deer. The fur was almost a bluish-gray, made darker perhaps because, you know, I think bathing isn't high on it's priority list.
I remember dropping the few berries I had begun to pick from the bush and backing up when it turned around to face me.
Oh s**t.
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Post by kaijafon on Sept 3, 2012 10:19:05 GMT -6
wow!
thanks!!!
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