Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2021 23:41:18 GMT -6
Twigs cracked beneath the cannibal’s feet, the sounds echoing along with the occasional crow. It felt as if he’d been walking for ages now, the deep red hue gradually blue, though he didn’t quite notice it. The trees gradually grew more sparse, with the air growing colder. It made the hairs on his arm stand up involuntarily, one hand rubbing them while the other gripped his saw. It wasn’t too long ago he was dropped into whatever this place was, and yet his instincts led him exactly where he needed to be. At least, that was what he had thought.
As the man walked further, the trees thinned out. The ground, now more worn, as if this path had been walked millions of times. His head cocked from side to side, looking for anything of importance or any change in scenery. It was then when a flickering sign piqued his interest, a low buzzing noise accompanying it. Now he wasn’t the best at reading, his education next to none after being raised at home, but by the sizable building behind it, he knew exactly what it was. A gas station, a real nice one too. It had multiple gas pumps, and a nice garage door just begging for a car to get inside. Immediately, his mind went to his brother— he would’ve loved to work something like this. The idea of showing him warmed him to his core. It was only a moment later when he realized he wouldn’t have been able to show him though, whatever keeping him here clearly not wanting him to leave. His shoulders sank, a quiet whimper escaping him.
The man didn’t have too much time to sulk, however, as his attention was quickly shifted to the sound of a bell. It echoed through the sparse trees, causing a murder of crows to flock away almost in warning. It was clear he wasn’t alone here, proven by the sudden feeling of being watched. Bubba spun around in an attempt to catch the eyes, but came up empty handed. Whatever was watching him knew how to blend in, and it scared him. He didn’t like not knowing what was happening. He hated being out of control of things… Right now though, he didn’t have time to panic. With a rev of his saw, he moved towards where he thought the bell came from, a croaky squeal following the loud buzz of the machinery. He moved with haste, his trot turned jog in focus. The sprint didn’t last long, but by the time it did run out he was placed in the center of the base of a hill. Breathing heavy, he looked up, and was surprised with a second set of eyes.
The wind blew Bubba’s apron and the stranger’s shawl, them both being the only things moving. It almost felt like a contest, and whoever moves first loses. After an uncomfortable moment, the silence was broken, leaving the cannibal’s eyes to shift up to the standing figure as its voice called out.
As the man walked further, the trees thinned out. The ground, now more worn, as if this path had been walked millions of times. His head cocked from side to side, looking for anything of importance or any change in scenery. It was then when a flickering sign piqued his interest, a low buzzing noise accompanying it. Now he wasn’t the best at reading, his education next to none after being raised at home, but by the sizable building behind it, he knew exactly what it was. A gas station, a real nice one too. It had multiple gas pumps, and a nice garage door just begging for a car to get inside. Immediately, his mind went to his brother— he would’ve loved to work something like this. The idea of showing him warmed him to his core. It was only a moment later when he realized he wouldn’t have been able to show him though, whatever keeping him here clearly not wanting him to leave. His shoulders sank, a quiet whimper escaping him.
The man didn’t have too much time to sulk, however, as his attention was quickly shifted to the sound of a bell. It echoed through the sparse trees, causing a murder of crows to flock away almost in warning. It was clear he wasn’t alone here, proven by the sudden feeling of being watched. Bubba spun around in an attempt to catch the eyes, but came up empty handed. Whatever was watching him knew how to blend in, and it scared him. He didn’t like not knowing what was happening. He hated being out of control of things… Right now though, he didn’t have time to panic. With a rev of his saw, he moved towards where he thought the bell came from, a croaky squeal following the loud buzz of the machinery. He moved with haste, his trot turned jog in focus. The sprint didn’t last long, but by the time it did run out he was placed in the center of the base of a hill. Breathing heavy, he looked up, and was surprised with a second set of eyes.
The wind blew Bubba’s apron and the stranger’s shawl, them both being the only things moving. It almost felt like a contest, and whoever moves first loses. After an uncomfortable moment, the silence was broken, leaving the cannibal’s eyes to shift up to the standing figure as its voice called out.