In the woods

Night

Night (Photo credit: vortistic)

Leave it alone

“But what if it’s alive?”

“Just leave it ok?”

“Can’t just leave it to die.”

“Well what the hell do you think we’re going to do with it?  You’re no doctor or vet or anything…”

“Yeah but, we could cover it up; I could take off my coat.  We could get help…”

“We don’t want to be here if that thing wakes up.”

“It ain’t gonna do anything; look at it, it’s just lying here…”

“How in the hell would you know?  That thing could wake up at any moment, and then what?  You gonna talk to it?  Tell the thing we shot it by mistake?”

“You shot it.”

“Hell yeah I shot it; you see that thing?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, does it look like it would understand you anyway?”

“I don’t know…”

“Look man, we just need to get out of here; leave it to the cops or the feds or whatever.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Damn straight; let’s go.”

“Hey, you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That.”

“Fuck.  You think he had friends?”

“I don’t know; maybe?”

“Shit.  Ok.  Bobby?”

“Yeah Clyde?”

“Run.”

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to In the woods

  1. zookyworld says:

    Run sounds like the best course of action here. Neat story.

  2. djmatticus says:

    Probably not going to be able to run fast enough…
    Scary.

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