Jacob woke up in a bright, golden field, spotted with bails of hay. He sat up, propping himself up by his arms, and looked around. What is going on? Where am I? Jacob thought confused. He noticed the sky was looking particularly red, almost....pained. Davey paced nearby, mumbling to himself about something crazy, no doubt.
Jacob clutched at his forehead, squinting. "Ugh. Davey. What is going on?"
Dave's face paled and he spun, shocked at the alien noise that was Jacob's voice. "Oh! You are awake! Um, yeah Jake, no problem dude. I just had to get you out of there."
"Where are we then?" Jacob spat, upset at Davey's weak explanation.
"Well, I'd say we are in a field. Probably some kind of farm." Davey replied, looking around.
"No crap hey? Just help me up. You got a cellphone?" Jacob demanded, climbing to his feet with a crunch in the dead, dry hay. Davey ignored him. They stood in silence for a moment.
"Well, we should probably try to find our way back, I probably am going to die or something if I don't get back to the hospital." Jacob joked. He began to walk through the dead grass. "Have you seen anybody or anything?" He asked, turning back to look at Davey.
Davey shrugged and scuffed his shoes on the ground nervously. "There might be some buildings over there... I didn't want to leave you, you've been out for a while."
"Alright, let's get out of here."
The two boys hiked through hills and gullies, passing more hay bails and dried, yellow ground. The ominous bloody sky shone overhead, illuminating this new place in a dusk-like orange. Sweat soon poured through their clothing and they doggedly carried on in hopes of salvation.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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