The Survivor: Episode 8 (Steemit Original Series)

Screeching, a shrill shriek the creature cries were fierce in the pitch black night. Only the crescent moon's light shown down  to light the way. As the flames darkened we could no longer see the figured or the light. Deep into the forest I ran looking back and realizing I had been alone for some time I stopped to catch my breath. The coast could not be far, maybe. Just maybe, I was heading in the right direction. Only now searching for a place to rest in the pale moon's light did I hope to find shelter in the darkened forest.


Pressing on deeper into the woods I stumbled over fallen logs and through low branches, tumbling through a huge hollow log I found shelter in the logs darkness and cover. As the log had begun to fall apart it left a soft bedding. I could feel the grubs and worms under me as I piled the mulch like bedding around me. Finding a large piece as a head rest I covered myself with my clothes and closed my eyes to rest. I could only hope I was safe, I could only hope I would rest.


My heart dropped as I heart the shouts in an unknown language. I thought about my careless stumbling trek through the woods and how easy it would be to track. As I tried to dig a place to cover myself and piled the once bed against the side of the log in hopes to build a wall big enough to cover even from lights or flame. As the shouts and voices grew louder I could tell they were in deed following my trails. As I could clearly understand the words in French I could only imagine who they were or what they wanted. I did not recognize the voices and the way the last people I encountered acted I could only assume the worst.


As the voices seemed to be right on top of my hiding place I squinted through the covering in hopes to catch a fuzzy glimpse of the scene before me. Just at the top of the entrance where I had fallen I could see a shadow drop something down into the hollowed log. The fizzing noise and the stinging sensation reached my senses around the same time. Being glad now for the bandana covering most my face I braced for the maces bite.

With my eyes teary and unable to open I could only listen as laughter and banter continued above. The French men had a french woman present who obviously did not like her company. The would curse them as I would hear slaps and more laughter. I could tell they were picking, joking, and flirting but the tone in her voice almost sounder scared. What would they do to her, what would they do to me? Would they find me I thought as I tried not to breath in the gas. As the stinging did not relieve my fears soon did as the chatter soon faded and the group moved on. I kept quiet and listened to nothing more then the breeze above and the sizzle from the soon to be empty can before me.


I didn't move, not for hours. As it was late in the afternoon moving in the day was far more risky then at night. Realizing I must move only when it was night and partly day enough to cover my tracks was the best option for me at this point. Hoping to get close enough to the coast to survive off the land I decided to wait till night fall to start my trek.  As the wolf's howl woke me in a startled manor, I couldn't' help but wonder how much of nightfall I had already lost. Crawling out of the pile of mulch surrounding my resting place I now peaked my head above the logs surface to emerge into the night.