Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Zayn-Part 3
Zayn made up his mind that he was leaving that night, under the cover of darkness.

That day he was again given water four times. That same night, he lay awake and waited until everyone disappeared into their tents and went to sleep. He waited an hour longer to make sure no one else was coming and for everyone already here to fall into a deeper sleep and not hear him leaving.
He slowly got up and began walking quietly the way he was dragged in. His body ached with each step.
Almost ten minutes had passed until he heard footsteps behind him. It sounded like there were three people. Zayn quickened his pace; his pursuers were still a ways behind him. Zayn heard his followers begin to run; he decided to do the same, despite the pain. He spotted another path that branched off the one he was already on. His pursuers were gaining on him. Zayn cursed, his tribe was genetically faster than this one; he should have no problem out-running them. In a split-second he decided to veer off of this path and onto the new one. He was surprised to see how big this path really was. It was too big to be called a path. It was wide enough for 10 men to walk through side-by-side. Each side was thick with trees.
Zayn was almost halfway through when his pursuers entered the path behind him. Zayn’s eyes widened, not only was he being followed, but now there were men at the end of the path running towards him. He was trapped.
Zayn turned sharply to his right and ran into the forest hoping to find somewhere to hide until his enemies gave up looking for him. He stopped running, nobody was following him anymore, no one else had run into the forest behind him.
Zayn’s ears moved; he heard many footsteps running towards him coming from deeper in the forest. These were not the sound human feet. “Oh great,” Zayn muttered. In his haste to get away from his enemy, he hadn’t realized where he was running. He knew why nobody had followed him into the forest.
It was pitch black. Neither the moon nor the star’s light could penetrate through the thick canopy of trees. All Zayn had ever seen of these creatures were their eyes and teeth. What Zayn did know was that these things were small, the size of a baby goat, and they always traveled in packs the size of ten or more.
Zayn reached instinctively for his sword. He grabbed and air and remembered that it had been taken from him. He took off his sword’s scabbard and tried to fend off the creatures as best as he could.
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