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|Man On The Run (standard:science fiction, 1089 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Mar 23 2009||Views/Reads: 1967/1098||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An Escapee on the run from a harsh Alien brutal experimental prison camp|
The Human came crashing through the bushes, his pursuers close behind. He heard the strange metallic sounds in the distance, and the siren like whining . They coming closer and closer. His breathing was now laboured. His lungs felt like bursting., but he couldn't stop. knowing that to do so would mean sure death in the disintegration chamber- It was then he heard the loud humming sound of the Tracer craft and knew that the search had intensified, He saw a creek through the thin branches of foliage around him and moved quickly towards it, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. The evening sun was descending quickly over the dense jungle, bringing with it the bittersweet night which he hated because of the dreaded mosquitoes, but now which he welcomed for the cover it gave him after his two days of escaping from the dreaded death camp held by the hated Aliens. He plunged into the creek which had a fast moving current and the water towed him away quickly at a reckless speed. He made a great effort trying to grasp at branches along the bank. The loud humming sound of the Tracer craft was now only a faint sound in the distance and he felt a great relief. He managed to grasp a stout branch and pulled himself up to the muddy bank l gasping for breath. He laid on the bank for a few minutes catching his breath, then he began crawling to firmer ground, Getting on his feet, he then made his way through the bushes hoping that he would find some shelter for the night. but the raw night was brutal. The night winds began to rise and he felt a chill coursing through his half naked body. He was going to die if he doesn't find shelter soon he figured. He began to shiver. He walked unsteadily ahead along a beaten path food ,warmth and shelter were now his dominant thoughts .He hadn't eaten for two days since his escape from the prison's “ experimental” camp known as the “Death Camp” to the inmates,for few survived the experiments. He now felt a sharp gnawing in his stomach. Night was now setting in fast and the mosquitoes were beginning their nightly hunt for blood, He kept swatting at them continuously,cursing Creation for creating such vile creatures. It was then he saw the light ahead through the bushes. It was a small dot of light. He felt relieved and cautiously, he made his way towards it. At length he saw that it was some sort of a cabin well hidden in the bushes and a light shone from within . Hopefully ,he would find shelter, he mused as the crickets began its chirping. As he approach the cabin ,a dog began barking fiercely . After a minute, he saw a tall man dressed like a trapper holding a rifle and a lamp emerging from the structure “Who the hell is out there, come on out!” came a booming voice “I know you are out there,!” he continued “ Come out with your hands up or I will start shooting !” The escapee thought quickly "Okay” the escapee shouted back “Hold your fire, I am coming out !' With his hands in the air, he emerged from the bushes slowly, trying hard not to make any sudden moves. The trapper shone a light into his face which blinded him a few seconds. “Come forward, slowly !” ordered the trapper pointing the rifle point blank at his chest The escapee obeyed .The dog kept on barking incessantly. “Quit ,Prince!”commanded the trapper. The barking came to an abrupt halt. “Okay,” asked the big man “Who the hell are you,where did you come Click here to read the rest of this story (55 more lines)
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