up high.
As they looked all around the clearing, their guns held up, I was expecting them to pass by and continue through the forest. But they didn’t. The beeping continued, and as they approached closer to my tree, it seemed to be getting louder.
Who are these people?
My breath hitched as all their eyes turned upward. I did my best to keep still, hoping I would merge with the darkness of the tree, but one of them pointed and hissed, “Up there.”
I had about a second to consider what to do next as all seven men raised their guns and began firing. I didn’t know who these people were, but something told me that I didn’t want one of those bullets hitting my skin.
Kicking with all my strength against the branch I was perched on, I leapt through the air and landed in the next tree about ten feet away. Bullets ripped through the leaves, following me as I landed. I had barely a few seconds to gain balance before I leapt onto the next tree. Whoever these people were, they were bent on catching me. They were following me on the ground. I hurried my movements, leaping from tree to tree faster and faster, until I hoped that I was nothing but a blur to them.
I kept leaping from branch to branch until eventually their sounds became distant and I finally felt it safe to slow my pace again. Wiping sweat from my brow, I stared up at the brightening sky. The sun’s rays were close to peeking out from the horizon now.
If what those men had was a tracking device, it wouldn’t be long before they chased me down again. I had to keep moving. I also had to abandon plans of trying to get to the gate, at least for now. I climbed down from the tree and, as soon as my feet hit the ground, I began racing through the trees, stopping every now and then to listen and reorient myself in case I heard the men again. I was faster running on foot than swinging through the trees. I tried to make a wide circle around the men, so that I could get back to the road, make my way back to the beach and reenter the sub before dawn broke.
As the trees began to thin, I breathed out in relief. I was almost at the first road now. I was about to make the last steps up to the concrete when the smell of fresh blood consumed me. It came on so suddenly, so unexpectedly, it hit me like a punch to the gut. I’d thought I was still satisfied from my previous victim’s blood, but now I doubled over with hunger again.
What is wrong with me? I didn’t even feed that long ago.
I cast my eyes about the forest, straining to hear any sounds of humans approaching. I heard nothing for at least a mile, where I could hear the distant crunching of leaves and that same monotonous beeping.
The smell was beginning to drive me delirious. It seemed that each second that passed, it became more and more intense. And then I heard it. The creaking of a floorboard.
My eyes shot upward to see, high up in the trees, a treehouse of sorts. I didn’t need to be a genius to guess that whatever this was, it was the base of those men who’d been chasing me. Holding my breath, trying to not make a sound, I lurched forward again, trying to get away from the treehouse before my darkness took over and I climbed up there and murdered the first human in sight.
But before I could reach the road, a sharp pain hit the back of my right shoulder. A needle-like object stuck right into it. Behind me, a man in black clothes and a balaclava watched, the needle gun still raised as he observed me.
I stumbled, reaching for it and yanking it out of my shoulder. Grunting, I staggered forward again toward the road before he could aim another at me. But I barely even made it across the concrete before my legs began to feel heavy, my eyelids weighed down.
I forced myself into the shadow of the trees, but about ten feet later, my legs gave way beneath me. My head hit a rock and darkness finally claimed me.
Chapter 3: Ben
F luorescent light blinded me when my eyelids lifted again. As my eyes adjusted
As they looked all around the clearing, their guns held up, I was expecting them to pass by and continue through the forest. But they didn’t. The beeping continued, and as they approached closer to my tree, it seemed to be getting louder.
Who are these people?
My breath hitched as all their eyes turned upward. I did my best to keep still, hoping I would merge with the darkness of the tree, but one of them pointed and hissed, “Up there.”
I had about a second to consider what to do next as all seven men raised their guns and began firing. I didn’t know who these people were, but something told me that I didn’t want one of those bullets hitting my skin.
Kicking with all my strength against the branch I was perched on, I leapt through the air and landed in the next tree about ten feet away. Bullets ripped through the leaves, following me as I landed. I had barely a few seconds to gain balance before I leapt onto the next tree. Whoever these people were, they were bent on catching me. They were following me on the ground. I hurried my movements, leaping from tree to tree faster and faster, until I hoped that I was nothing but a blur to them.
I kept leaping from branch to branch until eventually their sounds became distant and I finally felt it safe to slow my pace again. Wiping sweat from my brow, I stared up at the brightening sky. The sun’s rays were close to peeking out from the horizon now.
If what those men had was a tracking device, it wouldn’t be long before they chased me down again. I had to keep moving. I also had to abandon plans of trying to get to the gate, at least for now. I climbed down from the tree and, as soon as my feet hit the ground, I began racing through the trees, stopping every now and then to listen and reorient myself in case I heard the men again. I was faster running on foot than swinging through the trees. I tried to make a wide circle around the men, so that I could get back to the road, make my way back to the beach and reenter the sub before dawn broke.
As the trees began to thin, I breathed out in relief. I was almost at the first road now. I was about to make the last steps up to the concrete when the smell of fresh blood consumed me. It came on so suddenly, so unexpectedly, it hit me like a punch to the gut. I’d thought I was still satisfied from my previous victim’s blood, but now I doubled over with hunger again.
What is wrong with me? I didn’t even feed that long ago.
I cast my eyes about the forest, straining to hear any sounds of humans approaching. I heard nothing for at least a mile, where I could hear the distant crunching of leaves and that same monotonous beeping.
The smell was beginning to drive me delirious. It seemed that each second that passed, it became more and more intense. And then I heard it. The creaking of a floorboard.
My eyes shot upward to see, high up in the trees, a treehouse of sorts. I didn’t need to be a genius to guess that whatever this was, it was the base of those men who’d been chasing me. Holding my breath, trying to not make a sound, I lurched forward again, trying to get away from the treehouse before my darkness took over and I climbed up there and murdered the first human in sight.
But before I could reach the road, a sharp pain hit the back of my right shoulder. A needle-like object stuck right into it. Behind me, a man in black clothes and a balaclava watched, the needle gun still raised as he observed me.
I stumbled, reaching for it and yanking it out of my shoulder. Grunting, I staggered forward again toward the road before he could aim another at me. But I barely even made it across the concrete before my legs began to feel heavy, my eyelids weighed down.
I forced myself into the shadow of the trees, but about ten feet later, my legs gave way beneath me. My head hit a rock and darkness finally claimed me.
Chapter 3: Ben
F luorescent light blinded me when my eyelids lifted again. As my eyes adjusted
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