cratercracker

Story Freakin Time

I won't start with prologue cause you know a lot about me.

I like writing stories, even if they are not real.

Just like it.

                  Exhaust

In the deep, lonely forest, there is no hint that you will be helped, by the bypassing strangers....

 

My little buggy was crossing large plain, flooded with volcanic sand.

The plain was so dead.. There is no signal, people, trees or anything that will remind you of life.

After riding under the sun for so long, I couldn't control the buggy properly.

I felt dead, overused, yet lost and useless..

I felt like my every action in the past so wrong, I thought I was the dumbest human alive..

The lonesome village in the forest, was some sort of safe house for me.

It is warm...

There is people..

And trees..

I wanted to get there, after a long time looking for post-cold war treasures, in the old abandoned shooting range..

Suddenly, I accidentally hit the brakes! My head bashed over the steering wheel!

It all went dark..

 

When I woke up, it was already dusk, and the mosquitoes were swarming me, faithfully trying to pierce though my thick jacket.

I start the engine, and failed.

Scaried, as I never was! I prepared to run all those 3 kilometers left.

I took everything I could and began to run..

Legs struck the stones and have hit the little leftover pines..

I felt

And stood up

Again and again..

I couldn't feel my legs when I finally got a visual contact with one of the houses!

And when I've hit the gates, I've just dropped down.. like if I was shot.

I didn't fall asleep..

It was just way too painful to move..

So I just shouted for help.. until I was brought into the village..

The end..