The Escapee (standard:science fiction, 1415 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Feb 07 2012	Views/Reads: 2943/1925	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
One man's escape from the aliens death camp had a surpring ending for him.

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nightly hunt for blood, he kept swatting at them continuously, cursing 
creation for creating such vile creatures. 

It was then he saw the light ahead through the bushes. It was a small
dot of light.  He felt relieved and cautiously, he made his way towards 
it. At length, he saw that it was some sort of a cabin well hidden in 
the bushes and a small light shone from within . Hopefully ,he would 
find shelter, he mused as the crickets began its chirping. 

As he approach the cabin ,a dog began barking fiercely . After a minute,
he saw a tall man dressed like a trapper holding a rifle and a lamp 
emerging from the building . 

“Who the hell is out there, come on out!” came a booming voice “I know
you are out there,!” he continued “ Come out with your hands up or I 
will start shooting !” 

The escapee thought quickly 

"Okay” the escapee shouted back, “Hold your fire, I am coming out !' 

With his hands in the air, he emerged from the bushes slowly, trying
hard not to make any sudden moves. The trapper came out of the cabin 
and shone a light into his face which blinded him a few seconds. 

“Come forward, slowly !” ordered the trapper pointing the rifle point
blank at his chest 

The escapee obeyed .The dog kept on barking incessantly. 

“Quit ,Prince!”commanded the trapper. The barking came to an abrupt
halt. 

“Okay,” asked the big man “Who the hell are you and where did you come?
“My  name is Henderson "The escapee explained, "Couldn't we talk 
inside, I am cold and hungry “He pleaded shivering. 

The Trapper looked at his shivering, spat , then took pity on him and
said “Okay, come inside and be careful any funny move and you'll get 
it.” 

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 and 
began warming himself. 

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 it 
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 .The atrocities performed by the aliens in their death camps, 
the mass cremations of both young and old prisoners that were too weak 
to work 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 
that 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. Pancakes 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 and eating the hot 
pancakes enjoying the meal. 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 

The trapper returned later and found the escapee in shock ,the oil from
the wound now running down his bared chest. 


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