A man like him is definitely a player. Dangerous. The exact kind I should stay away from. Aunt Kathy always said, "Men are wild animals, no matter what you do it will never satisfy them to stay true to you."
I think she was betrayed by one too many men which was why she never got married, I guess. Or maybe it was her rude way of speaking to any mankind who showed her any kind of interest that was not related to her food business.
I don't let him answer as I say, "Shoot! I forgot something. See you around?"
"I ,aahh... Sure," he says behind me, but I'm already turning a corner.
I don't know what exactly but there's something about that guy that doesn't sit right with me since the first day he approached me two years ago. Even without the wierd vibe I get from him, who greets a girl everyday for two years without getting a response but still continues? Men that I know aren't that patient.
I get a few things that I know I really need, a pack of lolipops, a bunch of different kinds of biscuits and cookies with lots of chocolate, a few juices and Mazoe orange crush of cause.
I would be lying if I said I know anyone who doesn't like this concentrated orange juice in my country. It's a good drink.
I continue with my shopping as I pick a few tinned foods, baked beans, tinned meat, tinned fish, some noodles, maputi (Popped corn), polony is the only meat I take. I get to the rice and I stare at it hard, trying to remember the last time I cooked some. Probably December, new year's day, I don't know.
Argh, why do I even bother! It's not like I'm going to cook it. I'm sure from my grocery list anyone can tell just how I prefer not to cook. After a day in that little kitchen, I have zero energy to use on cooking a healthy meal for myself.
I mean some cookies will do. It saves me on a lot of things like cleaning after cooking and dishes. I prefer food that doesn't require my legs to stand for long. Besides, who's going to scold me, or frown at my eating habits? Even if they did, I don't care.
I don't know how Aunt Kathy did it but she always made sure we had a good meal each night, long before I could even cook.
Anyways, I'm done picking my junk foods and all. I pay and realize this is actually a lot heavier than I expected.
I walk out of the shop, I stop in my tracks. I hear nothing and everything around me has gone black.
Maybe there's a blackout?
I look behind me but I can't even see a thing. I'm sure I'm like two steps away from the supermarket's entrance. If I turn and walk back, I should be back in the shop.
But there's something else bugging me here, it's too quiet.
Shouldn't people all around this busy part of town be complaining about this sudden blackout? And another thing, no lights have came up at all. Don't these big shops have back up generators for their frozen goods?
My hands are full so I can't take my phone out. I turn one-eighty degrees and walk back the way I came and I bump right into something rough and hard.
"Aww!"
It's probably the wall of the supermarket. I put both bags of groceries in one hand and manage to take out my phone. I switch it on as I notice some white light. I don't pay attention as I try to get my torchlight on.
I point my torch in front of me and find a huge tree trunk. I look around and trees are everywhere I look.
I burst out laughing, and I hear my own laughter come back to my ears, telling me how small and alone I am around these big trees.
I am not sure what happened and I can't even think straight right now. My heart is quickening as my reality sink in. I'm in the middle of a forest. A jungle maybe, judging by the size of the trees around me.
Wild, vicious animals are found in a jungle or forest. Tigers, snakes...
I stop and listen, I hear something close. A rustling of leaves.
It could be the slight breeze I feel, I try to comfort myself with that thought.
I always boast myself as someone who can adapt to a situation quick. Someone who can get out of any kind of situation without panicking much, but this situation I find myself in is not only wierd, it is frightening.
I'm doing my best to keep my breathing even so that I can hear if there's any movement.
I start to relax after looking around for a few minutes with my torch and listening closely with my twenty/twenty hearing. Do they call it that? Twenty/twenty hearing?
I don't know. Whatever.
I switch off my torch so that my eyes can adjust to the darkness. Maybe I can spot some lights nearby.
After a while, I see a red glow. It's small but my heart leaps at the hope of finding someone. It looks far but at least there's hope.
I fumble with my grocery bags and handbag, making sure I have everything.
The red glow has become two when I look back in that direction.
They might be tail lights of a car.
Then it starts moving slow, but I can't tell where it's going. It's too far to tell.
My heart panics as I realize if this is a vehicle, this could have been my only hope of reaching civilization.
I squint my eye, the glow seem to be getting closer to me.
Is the car reversing?
But now that it's getting closer to me, they look more like eyes than lights.
Is there a light shaped like that, though? I have never seen car lights like that before.
The red eye shaped eyes surprised me by moving fast after a few minutes of moving slower. They moved faster than I could blink.
They stopped right in front of me. My breath caught as I realized these were really eyes.
Yap! I'm dead! Whatever animal it is, it will tear me into pieces any moment now.
Good God! To think I wanted to get married at twenty five and die at least when I'm ninety-nine! Who knew I would find myself in the middle of a forest, face to face with red glowing eyes after stepping out of a supermarket?
At least Aunt Kathy isn't here to worry about me. Hopefully where she is, is much safer than here.
I feel a cold breeze like breath coming from the glowing red eyes.
"What sweet smelling blood you have?" The red eyes say with a slare on it's tongue, making me even more scared than I already am.
So this is a person? And he, from the manly voice, can smell my blood? His line reminds of the big bad wolf in 'The little red riding hood' story.
"I thank whatever possessed you to come to the forest of the dead at such a dark hour," It says again.
I'm beyond scared right now but there's nothing I can do except stand frozen in place. I have seen this thing move so I know I can't out run it. Especially in this dark forest with big trees.
I would like to think that this isn't real but then...it licked my neck with it's cold, wet tongue. Ewe...
I have to say, it is the worst feeling ever. I don't want to think the worst but I don't want this thing to eat me. It's probably a talking snake or some other kind of nasty reptile.
I take my phone out and switch on the light again thinking, I should at least know what is going to eat me.
I find the face of a man. So unhealthy thin and pale. This guy is just walking bones.
"You look plump..."
Those were the last words I heard from the skinny guy before his head went flying sideways and made a loud thud followed by a whoosh of his body following his head to the ground before the blood could even gash out.
I come face to face with another pair of eyes. Dark ones, deadly ones.
I take a closer look and...it's a dark wolf. I can't tell the color and that is not what is important right now. This wolf is probably going to tear me into shreds.
Maybe I had a chance of over powering the thin guy than this powerful wolf in front of me. I'm so done for. At least it will be quick like the thin guy's death I guess that's a plus.
The wolf morphed into a man right before my eyes without a warning.
I'm looking at it or him with wide eyes I'm afraid they will fall out like in the Looney toons cartoons.
"What are you doing this far from... anywhere?" it/he said with annoyance.
That is all I remember before darkness and falling.