Post apocalypto, day 2 part 2
I continued my march into the wasteland.
Those footprints? They were everywhere.
Big. Gangly. Three-toed. I was on high alert. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and my heart was hammering so hard I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. But I didnt stop.
Every little sound scared the hell out of me. Mostly it was just my own footsteps. I kept imagining that I was hearing something - a little shuffle here, a little croak there... everytime I imagined I had hear a sound, my body froze. I locked up. I'd wait for a few seconds, then continue my march, telling myself it was okay - just my imagination. The footprints, though - they weren't.
Then I did hear something. Blood-curdling. Like some kind of horrific cross between static and a screen door creaking as it was opened - slowly. Painfully. Agonizingly. Crreeeeaaakkkkkkkkshhh. It echoed through the wasteland.
I stood completely still.
Then I ran. I ran as far and as fast as I could away from that place. I ran, and told myself I'd never come back - prayed to whatever being might be watching, whether it was God or Zues, that I'd escape with my life. I stopped at the edge of the blast radius, drenched in sweat, and I collapsed on the ground - my lungs were burning. My legs felt like lead.
I stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then I laughed.
Why? Because I knew I had lied.
Sorry Zeus.
Im going back tomorrow. I want audio. I want video. I want proof.
