Man On The Run (standard:science fiction, 1089 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Mar 23 2009	Views/Reads: 3268/2035	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


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