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xx. FIVE .xx
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A long time later, I'm leaning against the cave wall having a cigarette, much to Buffy's obvious disgust, my stomach slightly swollen from eating more than I've ever eaten in one sitting in my entire life. "Yunno, whatever that was, it was amazing," I tell Buffy, who doesn't look up from whatever she's doing. "Hey, what are you up to over there?" I scoot over a little and look down.
She's scraping a ridged stone over the biggest bone from dinner, sharpening the edge. "Well, I'll be damned. That's gonna be an awesome weapon." She glances at me with approval and goes back to whittling away the excess bone. "Hey, since.. I guess you.. forgot English or whatever, do you think you could grunt or something? I feel kinda stupid sitting here talking to myself. And it's.. yunno. Eerily quiet out here." She ignores me. "Okay, then."
I stand up and stretch, grabbing my jacket. "I'm going for a walk. Not that you care." She waves her hand a little, which is at least an acknowledgement. I slide my jacket on and head out of the cave, touching the stone knife in my pocket. I haven't heard anything out here yet, but obviously there's some live stuff roaming around, since we just ate one of them. Hopefully its friends aren't sitting out here plotting their revenge.
I sigh and start walking, making sure to stay in a straight line and dig my feet into the sand so I can find my way back. I fight the urge to light another cigarette, because I'd rather cut down slowly than end up having to quit cold turkey if I can't find a Seven-Eleven out here.
"God, this sucks," I say, the sound of my voice immediately getting lost on the wind. I walk under a somewhat bare tree, and jump up, trying to slap the lowest branch with my hand. I'm wondering if I can get more height with a running start when I feel something watching me. I freeze and swallow hard, listening. Whatever it is, is large and low to the ground. I'm being stalked by something, and it's not in any kind of a rush, either.
Carefully, I slide my jacket off, trying not to make any sudden movements, and close my eyes, feeling for the animal. I can sense it preparing to attack, and in one motion I throw one arm of the jacket over the branch and grab it in my other hand, using the arms like a pair of still rings from the Olympics to haul myself off the ground just as the large cat flies past where I was standing.
This doesn't throw it for long, though, and it comes back as I hoist myself completely into the tree, accidentally kicking my jacket off the lower branch in my scramble for the highest point. The huge cat grabs the jacket and rips it to shreds in about five seconds.
"That was a really expensive jacket, man! Fred's gonna gut me if I ever get back there!" I yell at the cat, who is not impressed in the least. It leans its front paws on the trunk of the tree, assessing the situation.
"Great idea, Faith. How do you get away from a cat? Climb a fucking tree. Because cats can't do that. Especially not desert cats with fangs longer than your arm who are used to fighting with their food." I keep climbing into the tree, trying to get my legs out of clawing distance. "It's just a cat," I try to reason with myself. "A cat with fangs. So, it's like a really cuddly vampire. That probably outweighs me by at least five hundred pounds."
The cat wiggles its back haunches and I close my eyes, hoping it's at the very least a quick death, if not a painless one. I open them and stare into its eyes, silently challenging it. They're supposed to hate when you do that, I think.
It considers me for a minute before launching itself into the tree. I let out a long, blood-curdling scream as its fangs snap just under my foot. I curl myself tight, trying to stay out of its reach. "Now would be an awesome time for a miracle. Not even a big miracle, just.. one that'll let me not become a pile of meow mix in the next few minutes."
My whole body tenses and a wave of nausea hits me. It feels like I'm falling, which isn't really a bad thing. Better to hit the ground with a broken neck before becoming cat chow, right?
Instinctively, I tuck myself into a ball and prepare to hit bottom.
xx. FIVE .xx
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A long time later, I'm leaning against the cave wall having a cigarette, much to Buffy's obvious disgust, my stomach slightly swollen from eating more than I've ever eaten in one sitting in my entire life. "Yunno, whatever that was, it was amazing," I tell Buffy, who doesn't look up from whatever she's doing. "Hey, what are you up to over there?" I scoot over a little and look down.
She's scraping a ridged stone over the biggest bone from dinner, sharpening the edge. "Well, I'll be damned. That's gonna be an awesome weapon." She glances at me with approval and goes back to whittling away the excess bone. "Hey, since.. I guess you.. forgot English or whatever, do you think you could grunt or something? I feel kinda stupid sitting here talking to myself. And it's.. yunno. Eerily quiet out here." She ignores me. "Okay, then."
I stand up and stretch, grabbing my jacket. "I'm going for a walk. Not that you care." She waves her hand a little, which is at least an acknowledgement. I slide my jacket on and head out of the cave, touching the stone knife in my pocket. I haven't heard anything out here yet, but obviously there's some live stuff roaming around, since we just ate one of them. Hopefully its friends aren't sitting out here plotting their revenge.
I sigh and start walking, making sure to stay in a straight line and dig my feet into the sand so I can find my way back. I fight the urge to light another cigarette, because I'd rather cut down slowly than end up having to quit cold turkey if I can't find a Seven-Eleven out here.
"God, this sucks," I say, the sound of my voice immediately getting lost on the wind. I walk under a somewhat bare tree, and jump up, trying to slap the lowest branch with my hand. I'm wondering if I can get more height with a running start when I feel something watching me. I freeze and swallow hard, listening. Whatever it is, is large and low to the ground. I'm being stalked by something, and it's not in any kind of a rush, either.
Carefully, I slide my jacket off, trying not to make any sudden movements, and close my eyes, feeling for the animal. I can sense it preparing to attack, and in one motion I throw one arm of the jacket over the branch and grab it in my other hand, using the arms like a pair of still rings from the Olympics to haul myself off the ground just as the large cat flies past where I was standing.
This doesn't throw it for long, though, and it comes back as I hoist myself completely into the tree, accidentally kicking my jacket off the lower branch in my scramble for the highest point. The huge cat grabs the jacket and rips it to shreds in about five seconds.
"That was a really expensive jacket, man! Fred's gonna gut me if I ever get back there!" I yell at the cat, who is not impressed in the least. It leans its front paws on the trunk of the tree, assessing the situation.
"Great idea, Faith. How do you get away from a cat? Climb a fucking tree. Because cats can't do that. Especially not desert cats with fangs longer than your arm who are used to fighting with their food." I keep climbing into the tree, trying to get my legs out of clawing distance. "It's just a cat," I try to reason with myself. "A cat with fangs. So, it's like a really cuddly vampire. That probably outweighs me by at least five hundred pounds."
The cat wiggles its back haunches and I close my eyes, hoping it's at the very least a quick death, if not a painless one. I open them and stare into its eyes, silently challenging it. They're supposed to hate when you do that, I think.
It considers me for a minute before launching itself into the tree. I let out a long, blood-curdling scream as its fangs snap just under my foot. I curl myself tight, trying to stay out of its reach. "Now would be an awesome time for a miracle. Not even a big miracle, just.. one that'll let me not become a pile of meow mix in the next few minutes."
My whole body tenses and a wave of nausea hits me. It feels like I'm falling, which isn't really a bad thing. Better to hit the ground with a broken neck before becoming cat chow, right?
Instinctively, I tuck myself into a ball and prepare to hit bottom.