It was a scrape that he hardly noticed.
Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was
minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures.
There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien
genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt
perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to
happen to him.
She reached her goal, exhausted. Even more chilling to her was that the euphoria
that she thought she'd feel upon reaching it wasn't there. Something wasn't right.
Was this the only feeling she'd have for over five years of hard work?
He stared out the window at the snowy field. He'd been stuck in the house for close
to a month and his only view of the outside world was through the window. There
wasn't much to see. It was mostly just the field with an occasional bird or small
animal who ventured into the field. As he continued to stare out the window, he
wondered how much longer he'd be shackled to the steel bar inside the house.
Turning away from the ledge, he started slowly down the mountain, deciding that he
would, that very night, satisfy his curiosity about the man-house. In the meantime,
he would go down into the canyon and get a cool drink, after which he would visit
some berry patches just over the ridge, and explore among the foothills a bit
before his nap-time, which always came just after the sun had walked past the
middle of the sky. At that period of the day the sun’s warm rays seemed to cast a
sleepy spell over the silent mountainside, so all of the animals, with one accord,
had decided it should be the hour for their mid-day sleep.
It's always good to bring a slower friend with you on a hike. If you happen to come
across bears, the whole group doesn't have to worry. Only the slowest in the group
do. That was the lesson they were about to learn that day.
He scolded himself for being so tentative. He knew he shouldn't be so cautious, but
there was a sixth sense telling him that things weren't exactly as they appeared.
It was that weird chill that rolls up your neck and makes the hair stand on end. He
knew that being so tentative could end up costing him the job, but he learned that
listening to his sixth sense usually kept him from getting into a lot of trouble.
Brock would have never dared to do it on his own he thought to himself. That is why
Kenneth and he had become such good friends. Kenneth forced Brock out of his
comfort zone and made him try new things he'd never imagine doing otherwise. Up to
this point, this had been a good thing. It had expanded Brock's experiences and
given him a new appreciation for life. Now that both of them were in the back of a
police car, all Brock could think was that he would have never dared do it except
for the influence of Kenneth.
The bowl was filled with fruit. It seemed to be an overabundance of strawberries,
but it also included blueberries, raspberries, grapes, and banana slices. This was
the meal Sarah had every morning to start her day since she could remember. Why she
decided to add chocolate as an option today was still a bit of a surprise, but she
had been in the process of deciding she wanted to change her routine. This was a
baby step to begin that start.
