Splattered In Your Smile

The suns treacherous kiss baking my blood stained shirt yet I am unsure how I managed to live or if my little Maxine is okay. After she plunged the machete into my chest, I can only hope she took off like a bat out of hell. I kind of feel for the kid, thinking she had to murder her only parental influence since I found her suckling on her mother deceased corpse.

I realize the rivers flow strung me down it's banks, leaving me desolate in a unknown bend. Reaching my finger tips to where the machete sliced into me, thinking those hungry ghoulish fends would have devoured me remains for sure.

Looking along the tree line I can only guess, truly I am fucked. My leg still half dangling from a earlier encounter Maxine and I faced in the vacant town at least a hundred miles in some direction. Shrugging off this unsettling pain, lifting my shirt up over my head to hopefully make clothe strips to use as makeshift bandages.

Taking the already torn fabric to rip easily, I realize I hear those creatures off in a distance. Their shrieks piercing even with them far away. I hurry taking the final pieces of cloth, patching it over my gapping wound in my chest. Flinching some as I believe infection has started seeping in.

Steadily hobbling into the trees dense line to just fling my tarnished body into the tall grassy weeds as I hear the shuffling of feet closing near. I hear their focused snarls as the breath seems to gather up in a cloud of mist while their nostrils flare. Trying to press myself deeper into the vegetation as they dangerously come near.

In moments as these you don't even need to describe your heart leaping and trying to be silent all at once. They're hunched clawing the earth demeanors make me more aware of the danger I am in as I try controlling my heart rate. The rustling of the turned soil and brush as they close towards my position when I vociferous howl bellows off in the distance. They turn, running like a ravenous pack on the hunt.

Taking in a few shallow breaths thinking my goose was almost cooked as I press my palm into the tall weeds shielding my location. They stalks bend as I push myself to my knees to scout if the area is actually clear. I look to the closet tree while I begin to rise back up hoping I can reach the trees if they decide to creep back over.

The shade under the canopy of the tall reds easing the burn of the suns rays butchering the creases of my sweltering skin. I begin searching for available materials to build a make shift shelter to try to camp for the night, looking for maybe a tad rotted knot in the side of one of these massive beauties. Though if I did the primitive method would take a lot of energy to dig out each splinter of crumbing wood.

Further I get into this vast maze of trees stumbling some into them as exhaustion begins to kick in. Before I know it I am crashing into the ground as agonizing pain shoots through my tensioned muscles. My body trembling as I try to prop myself onto the flats of my arms before my body lets go crashing me back to the earth's floor. There's a loud ringing as my eyes force shut and everything goes black.

My eye's adjusting to the light seeking to destory my last bit of senses as my head pounds but something is off. Feeling my hands around I am on some sort of cot, 'the hell?' Lifting my head to try to look around, my vision swirling. 'Fuck!' I think as my head begins to pound.

Suddenly I hear a door crash open, my heart drops as something pulls me into them that's when I hear, "paaaaa.....!"