As we were advancing we got ambushed by wild hybrid chimps. We ran for our lives,but they were catching up on us . To think that for years and years it has been drilled into our minds that homo sapiens are the ultimate reign supreme ,and than realising in that moment how false that it . If it was factual wouldn't I be breezing past this scoundrel. Wouldn't it have take one glance at us and backed away ,as any subordinate would do.
As we were running side by side,hands clutched together ,feet kicking about in the air ; thumping the ground like drum sticks , heartbeats racing and pounding in the background,as if mocking and luring the chimps to keep at it; to give it their best shot .Where were are visual orbs in all this play . ABSENT! Our sights' inexcusable , poor punctuality costed us a safe trip on land but awarded us unity with the troposphere. In intervened gravity and in the drink of a river we went. Needless to say we lost the chimps and back to scouting our way out .
We trudged on for an approximate time of three hours until we were back onto a mountain path,as per Taylan.That was his name, which I had come to learn the evening he had made me dinner . He said it was safer that way and would not elaborate on it.
As I was lagging on behind Taylan I noticed his back straighten as if it was not straight enough before . He drawer back an obstructing branch as if it were a rideau. Lone and behold a base camp . They immediately rushed over to Taylan , fretting him with questions ,I assumed ,since what came out of their mouths was foreign to my ears. As if a bong had resounded they all froze in their tracks . Turned to my direction and drew out the arms at me . Taylan realising the fatality if him mistake of throwing the river his etiquettes,he reassured them that I was of no harm . They were quite reluctant to heed his advice ,but withdrew.
Taylan ushered me into his room . Offered me fresh clothing and a warm meal . I was glad that this time he remembered to walk in with his etiquettes his cerebral arsenal. He even went as far as offering me his bed - which I refused with all my might. We ended up coming to the conclusion of us sharing the bed facing the opposite direction. To one it may seem a ridiculous conclusion to come to , especially considering we were simultaneously sharing a single flip bed.
During the twilight I was awakened to myself being dragged out of bed . Initially I thought I was dreaming ,but I was brought to my senses by glacier cold water dowsed on my face. These men who were dragging me kept shouting in their native tongue,with scrunched up faces looking down upon me. When we got outside they posted me onto a tree and used a thick nylon rope to cement me onto it .
The Earth was no longer benevolent towards me that day . As the sun was peeking out it began pour cats and dogs . The coldness from the drops began to seep right into my skin ,through to my bones and caused me to shiver . Just as the cold was consuming my bloods warmth the drops turns into hail . It left blood red spots on my exposed skin ,making things even more unbearable. My mind started to question where was Seryan and why was I being left out in the cold like pungent garbage.
I rained and rained ,until I became numb to it . I awoke to a brief tugging at my arm . I opened my eyes and layed them upon Taylan . He was undoing the knots and profusely apologizing for abandoning me . But I for the life of could I not accept his apology ,deep down.He wraped a blanket around me and buried me into his chest . As charming as that might have been if him my excessively active mind could not bring itself to believe that he was being sincere. I had so many opportunities to exit this Earth ,but still I was here - for what exactly ,my mind could not phantom. Was I just being spared to be tortured and tormented . Maybe I was almost there. Hey,the saying does go : it's the storm before the calm. Pathetic in my opinion. We already been through so many storms in life who needs a final goodbye storm ,as if where we going we will never encounter storms ,so much so that we would miss them .That's the whole purpose of wanting out . To leave the storm and any reminder of it behind . Not in our cerebral cortex notification. I had had enough of this place and wanted out in a lightening bolt.