Man On The Run (standard:science fiction, 1089 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Mar 23 2009	Views/Reads: 3465/2180	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
An Escapee on the run from a harsh Alien brutal experimental prison camp

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from?"?” 

“My name is Henderson "The escapee explained, "Couldn't we talk inside,
I am cold and hungry “He pleaded . 

The Trapper looked at him shivering, spat , then took pity on him and
said “okay, go inside!' 

Thankfully, the escapee lowered his hands and made his way quickly into
the warm cabin. A fire was burning at the fireplace he rushed over 
..The trapper told him to wash up, 

After washing up and after a big meal of beef stew and rice he feeling
much better 

The trapper told him that he had cut himself off from civilization years
ago and decided to live among the animals which he found more peaceful 
and haven't heard of any events of the "outside world" as he put in 
years 

The escapee then told him about the Alien invasion, the brief war, the
defeat of the earth's super powers , his story of being captured as a 
soldier and imprisoned by the Enemy .and about harsh treatment he had 
endured, the terrible experiments on the prisoners that took place in 
the camp until he fell fast asleep in the midst of the recital, leaving 
the trapper with his mouth opened in astonishment at the story. 

The Trapper lifted his limp form and took him to a corner of the room
and laid him down gently on the fur covered bed, and covered him up 
with a thick blanket. 

The next morning, the escapee awoke with bright sunlight beaming in on
his face. He looked around and found that he was alone ,the cabin was 
empty and a chill ran through his body “Had the trapper gone to notify 
the authorities ?,  What if he was working for the Aliens ? Where was 
he ?" These frightful thoughts coursed through his mind frantically but 
t hat would have been foolish because he would have tied him up 
securely had that been the case.” He reasoned . 

His questions were soon answered when he saw a note placed beneath a
coffee mug that read “Gone huntin' help yourself to some coffee...will 
be back soon. Pan cakes in frying pan” in an almost illegible scrawl. 
The escapee smiled with relief and poured some of the coffee in a 
flaked enamel cup and began sipping the tepid liquid. His beard began 
itching and he wandered around the cabin looking for a razor. “ There 
must be one somewhere “ he figured. 

He finally found an old time “straight back” on a shelf alongside some
shaving cream.  Lathering his face lavishly with the cream, he began 
shaving, then nicked himself , suddenly he recoiled in shock   an 
expression of horror and disbelief crossing his face as he saw a long 
stream of OIL came pouring out of the wound . 

His scream echoed through the jungle. 


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