The neverending story
You lay your head against the tree stump, panicked thoughts rushing into your head. You feel rather restless, as if your instincts are warning you of something unpredictable about to happen. Without a care for these pathetic urges of running from something that may not even exist, you eventually fall asleep, your snoring inaudible.
***
You lick your lips, and open your eyes. You had just had the most delicious of dreams. A great big hamburger and a box of chips on the side, along with a can of coke. 'Mmm....' you groan, not just with the throbbing pain in your head, but with the hunger that you quickly feel. Your head throbs mercilessly in your head, as if you'd been whacked in the head by something solid, and suddenly, you finally realize that you're not laying on a stump. Rather, you're leaning against cool metal bars, and are facing more. You're in a cage, and your surroundings are mainly bare woodlands, but the thing that alerts you the most, is the glaring hostile face staring back at you, he's wearing Army Fatigues, and an assualt rifle cradled in his arms. Ready for the Kill.
***
He roars something in some foriegn language, which you verify as perhaps Russian. It was directed at another man standing beside your cage, perhaps guarding it from any intruders, or to keep you from escaping, which looks like that won't be very soon. You twist your neck to both sides, in an attempt at easing the tension of it, you're rewarded with a clicking sound, and your tense neck is eased off. This moment is as complicated as ever.
***
You lick your lips, and open your eyes. You had just had the most delicious of dreams. A great big hamburger and a box of chips on the side, along with a can of coke. 'Mmm....' you groan, not just with the throbbing pain in your head, but with the hunger that you quickly feel. Your head throbs mercilessly in your head, as if you'd been whacked in the head by something solid, and suddenly, you finally realize that you're not laying on a stump. Rather, you're leaning against cool metal bars, and are facing more. You're in a cage, and your surroundings are mainly bare woodlands, but the thing that alerts you the most, is the glaring hostile face staring back at you, he's wearing Army Fatigues, and an assualt rifle cradled in his arms. Ready for the Kill.
***
He roars something in some foriegn language, which you verify as perhaps Russian. It was directed at another man standing beside your cage, perhaps guarding it from any intruders, or to keep you from escaping, which looks like that won't be very soon. You twist your neck to both sides, in an attempt at easing the tension of it, you're rewarded with a clicking sound, and your tense neck is eased off. This moment is as complicated as ever.