Horr was excited. The medical personnel rushed to the wrestlers' aid, hoping to save at least one life. That was what they were paid to do anyway while Horr announced the winner."Ladies and Gentlemen! The first match of tonight has been concluded." He raised his voice a pitch. "And your winner, by a surprising deathly knockout, the crazed underdog, the ball crushing demon..."Vox shook his head as Horr eulogized Wilson. This overly enthusiastic host was going to ruin Wilson's reputation beyond salvaging."... WILSON!" Horr shouted.The crowd raised their voices and yelled excitedly. Some cursed. They were the ones who had placed their bet on Dash and lost some money.Jim's and Vox's phones dinged. Jim quickly grabbed both and looked at them simultaneously and then, he beamed widely. He had used all his money to bet on Wilson as a gambling risk and used all of Vox's for sentimental reasons. Luckily for him, Wilson had won. If not, only God knew what Vox would hav
It was early morning, about three hours before dawn. Jim and Vox stood outside the door and looked at Wilson who was holding a space backpack filled with his clothes and shoes. Jim sighed and said sadly, a little disappointed in himself."I'm truly very sorry, Wilson." He apologized for the umpteenth time. He kept feeling like it was somewhat his fault. "I wish I could help you but I can't. Helping you will only bring trouble to everyone else. I hope you survive and find your own place where you truly belong."Vox looked around and glanced back at his phone. On it was written a single message from Bar: 'Good to go! Make it quick!' He looked at Wilson whose face was solemn; seemingly lost in thought."You have to go now! Your best choice would have been the military but we can't be sure they won't have someone in there to execute you 'accidentally'. So, if you want to survive, your best chance would be to go to the southern part of the city."The southern part of Tiger city was general
"What? Oh! Hello." Wilson greeted. Initially, he was confused. Luckily, he got his bearings fast enough otherwise, the lady would not have hesitated to smack his head in a bid to jog his memory. He stood up and extended his hand for a shake."Hello, I am..." He started."Don't bother!" She cut him off. "I am not interested in knowing who you are. You look tired. You should sleep for a while. Journey will take about four hours. At worst by noon, you should have been dropped. Do you understand?""Yes ma'am!" Wilson answered, nodding his head vigorously. There was something about her that gave him scary vibes."Good boy. Till then, don't disturb me!" She said and leaned back on the chair and dozed off.Wilson looked around. There were three rows of chairs arranged with spaces for movement interspersed in between each of them. The lady sat on the rightmost side, next to the door and so, he chose to sit down on one of the foremost at the other side; the left side.He groaned as he sat down.
Wilson followed the map and if he was doing it right - which he was sure he was - he ought to arrive there by the next morning. Wait, no, probably afternoon since it was already dusk and he didn't think it was a good idea to keep moving after dusk. He needed to find a shelter quickly. He walked as quietly as he could while he looked around. He had watched a few videos about surviving in the woods. For shelter, he knew he had no chance of making himself a tent. Might as well, find a tree that he could climb and camouflage in to spend the night. He walked on for quite a distance and came upon a set of trees that might serve his purpose. In fact, in the distance, he saw a tree that called to him, but there was a problem. For inevitable reasons, he would not be able to avoid stepping on the leaves and twigs that was everywhere on the ground. This meant, that his silent movement was about to get noisy.Wilson sighed and walked on his tiptoes placing them at selective positions on the gro
So there they were; one strong male, one weak, insanely alluring Lolita; alone in the wild. At night. The male stood, having an obvious hard on and the Lolita laid on the floor; her fine butt jutting out as she shivered in fear and quietly pleaded in her sexy voice.That was the exact image her big brother saw."WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BABY SISTER?" A masculine voice yelled.Wilson turned his head in that direction. He turned too slowly though.One step, two steps. Speed begat strength.*BANG*The newly arrived struck with his foot. Wilson instinctively rolled backwards and narrowly avoided a kick that could have otherwise cracked his neck. Because of a reason known scientifically as inertia, the new guy; who just so happened to be the little girl's big brother, struck a tree which shook violently and dropped lots of leaves and even a few baby squirrels."Big brother?" The little girl raised her head. The big brother looked at her raised face and saw t
Wilson and the big brother spent the consequent three hours, killing, skinning, cutting up and cooking the gigantic flesh of the squirrel over a spitfire.The big brother who had introduced himself as Dash - much to the trepidation of Wilson - was very good at it. It was obvious he had experience."I used to go on small-scale hunting trips with my dad." He had explained.They sat together, turning frequently to look around them, expecting the fire and rising smell of salivary meat to attract some carnivore or another, but none came. Maybe the gigantic beasts were terrors to the other beasts in the forest and now, because they made them run, the beasts saw them as terrors of terrors. Or perhaps, there was already something lurking and waiting for the perfect opportunity. Whichever way, it was still thankfully quiet. That was until Wilson broke the silence."So, about your sister..." Wilson began."Don't even think about it. She's only ten." Dash interrupted."
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*Sounds of gunshots rang out, echoing through the forest. Perhaps to some people who might have heard it; someone was hunting a beast. But to the shooter, he was hunting a young maturing, good-looking human being. There was a difference!The first bullet hit Wilson in the arm and that was only because he had, with a stroke of luck, stretched it while he yawned. It ended up standing in the way of his head and the bullet."Ah!" He yelled and fell sideways. The second bullet whizzed past his head as he fell. He turned his head and the third bullet missed by a narrow margin as he hit the ground. Wilson rolled to his left, ignoring the stinging pain to his left arm. He passed by the fire, took a log of burning wood and instantly roles to his feet, making a zigzag line for the trees that he thought would hide him from the light from the fire. As he ran, he placed the hot, still burning log on his bleeding bullet wound, totally ignoring the fact that the bul
Wilson ran to the other side another tree as quickly as he could. He had identified the tree the sniper was on and using the dark shadows of the trees, he ran towards the tree, weaving his way in a roundabout manner; using the trees in his surroundings as cover. He temporarily stopped and squatted behind two close trees. He tried to use the little space in between to peep at the direction the sniper shot at. The tree he thought the sniper was on wasn't the one.The issue was the sniper was keeping his eyes on him and never once blinked. As soon as he saw Wilson move, he pulled the trigger.*Bang*It hit the tree, very close to Wilson's head. Wilson quickly took a step back and that quick thinking of his was what saved him from the second shot.*Bang*The sniper cocked his gun again, eyes never leaving Wilson's position. Another bullet.*Bang*'Not safe enough!' Wilson concluded and dashed out of his cover at full speed, his body as low to the ground as he