Lost in Graviton

Lost in Graviton - Chapter 2: A Whole New World

“Calm down, people. Do not panic”, Commander Price says to his crew as they panicked around the NASA Space Station. “Captain McDaniel will be fine. Now, all we need to do is to do what he wants.”

Commander Price looked around the station, and yelled “Where is Clancy?!?”

“Yes, Sir?” a person shouted as he ran down to approach Commander Price. He is Wilbert Clancy, a 32-year old stout and short guy with no wife and children and lives alone somewhere in Tennessee.

“Clancy, bring this tape to McDaniel’s house” Commander Price ordered as he hands a video tape to him. “Make it quick, so they will know the situation more early.”

“Yes, Commander. Right away.” Clancy answered. He rushed outside the station, gets in his car, and left.

“Now, let’s get back to work.” Commander Price tells everybody as they get back to their positions.

Meanwhile, Sayrel McDaniel is still in a bit of confusion as to where he is right now.

“Oh, man. My navigation’s off.” Sayrel said to himself as he tries to open just even one part of his mainframe. Taking a deep breath, he stands and says “Well, then. I guess I need to walk around.”

As he was getting ready to jump out, he felt so much pain in his left waist. He was injured from the crash.

“Oh, boy. Ouch!” Sayrel shouts in pain as he tries to touch his wound. “This one’s deep. I guess I just seek help.”

Sayrel jumps off his ship Apollo 109, and starts exploring the forest near him.

“Wow. Trees. Grass. Plants. I guess this is really a living world.” Sayrel tells himself while walking. “But I don’t have any materials, so I guess I’ll just draw it right … here …”

Sayrel picks up his notebook from one of his back pockets, together with a pen. He tries to draw what he sees from his eyes, and somehow get it. He gives more focus in his notebook that he didn’t notice a big branch ahead of him. He hit his head very hard.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”, Sayrel shouted loudly. “Holy sheez … This sucks.” He continued walking as he touches his swelling forehead, and jumping around.

Not even a minute after he hit his head, he now trips in a fallen log just two meters away. He then falls to the muddy ground, face first.

“Awww … Damn”, Sayrel says as he gets up and wipes the mud in his face and in his body. “I hope no one has seen that.”

Just after he spoke, he heard a loud laugh from afar. He looked around to find where it came from, but it’s not from anywhere near him. He heard the laugh again, but now much louder than before. Feeling fear in his veins, he runs continuously until he reaches the heart of the forest.

It was an open area, and you can see uneven shapes of clouds above. Sayrel sees an odd creature in the middle of that area. It was a flying creature, resembling a woodpecker, but with different color and wing structure.

“Oh, a bird!” Sayrel said with amazement.

“Hey! Watch your words, you piece of I-don’t-know-where-you-came-from creature”, the bird replied.

“A talking bird!” Sayrel said again, with more amazement.

“I’m a Wordpecker, you asshole!” the bird replied, lifting a part of his wing up and facing to Sayrel.

“Stupendous! A talking bird that curses!” Sayrel shouted, as he closes his mouth because of too much amazement.

The Wordpecker, with disbelief, takes a deep breath and charges toward Sayrel. Sayrel, with no knowledge about the wild, ran away from the bird but it was way too fast. He is helpless. He never stops shouting “OUCH!” as the Wordpecker pecks him from the back.

As Sayrel and the Wordpecker get near the cliff, Sayrel struck an idea in his mind. He rushed inside the broken Apollo 109, hoping to find something that will fend off the creature.

“Spacesuits? No. Books? Not even. Food tubes? Argh, bad idea. Damn, how could I get off this bird?” Sayrel asked himself while finding.

The Wordpecker cannot find a way to get inside. Waiting impatiently, it tried to pierce through metal by pecking it while shouting “GET OFF THERE, FUCKER!”

“Man, that bird would not shut up”, Sayrel said to himself. He then had a glimpse of the emergency devices at the rear part of the spacecraft, and finds an axe.

“Finally!” Sayrel shouted. He then breaks off the glass, gets the axe, and headed outside to face the Wordpecker.

“Man, what took you so long?” the bird asked.

“Well, I’m finding a way to shut you up, and I found … this!” Sayrel boastfully said as he shows the axe to the bird.

The bird paused for a moment, and then laughed very hard.

“Hahaha. What would an axe do to me, huh? Show me, my boy! Show me!” the bird said with pride. The Wordpecker flaps its wing as it was taunting Sayrel to fight it.

Sayrel, with a little courage, throws the axe to the Wordpecker. The bird dodged it, leaving Sayrel clueless as to what to do next.

“That’s the most stupid thing I’ve seen in my entire life, scumbag!” the bird loudly said, followed by a loud laugh. With his brain now empty, Sayrel got nothing to do but run … again.

He ran and he ran, hitting branches and sharp leaves, while keeping his deep wound away from further damage. He is near of losing his remaining energy, and the Wordpecker took advantage of it. He charged towards Sayrel with all its might, but unfortunately, hits a big branch causing its beak to get stuck.

Sayrel, seeing that he is somehow lucky, continued to run outside the forest until he felt dizzy. He reached the end of the forest, and fell to a slope unconsciously. He then rolls down and down and down until he stumbles upon the backyard of a house in the village nearby.