Storyteller Michael-Scott Earle
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Tamer Chapter 3 Scene 4 ROUGH What do you think?
🕑 Added 2021-09-10 13:17:38 +0000 UTC
I grabbed my hat, slapped it on with a wet smack, and started up the stream bed. It was a sort of road through the impenetrable jungle. There were fewer tangles of vines and brush to hop through, and it instantly became a kind of landmark on my mental map. My dad was one of those guys who always liked to know where he was going. I did as well, but I had no way of knowing the best direction to go in this crazy alien world.
As I stumbled up the creek, I thought of everything but my parents and my missed visit with them. Exhaustion made that a lot easier.
Had I really been abducted by aliens and dropped on this world? Why? And why me?
A lifetime of playing video games, reading comic books, and watching videos of people playing video games and talking about comics should have given me some insight on what was happening to me, but it didn’t.
It wasn’t virtual reality. That had been grasping at straws from the beginning. It isn’t like there’s a simulation where your whole body can be inside the fake world. VR was crazy, but the idea of being captured by aliens seemed even more insane.
A coma? A disease? Terrorist attack? Was there some kind of threat reported on the television I’d missed? I never paid attention to the news.
Maybe it was time travel?
