The Devil Spawn

Chapter 2

I've been walking all day and night, and my feet hurt worse than anything. After I left, I had realized that I had forgotten water and now my throat is as dry as the Sahara desert.

According to my watch, it's 6 a.m. and I haven't gotten any sleep at all. I decide to build a lean-to and take a long nap. "I guess all my nature camps finally paid off." I mutter to myself.

I find a fallen log about 2 feet tall and lean some sturdy sticks against it. I crawled under my makeshift room and closed my eyes.

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When I wake up it's 3:22. It's still swelteringly hot. This summer has been one of the hottest ones in a century. I force myself out of my lean to and start walking. I have no idea where I would find Surge, but I held onto the hope that I would.

Then the realization hits me; Surge might not be alive. The DE might have gotten him.

No I think. They couldn't have gotten him. They just couldn't have! And with that thought, I trudge on.

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I sit down to eat some of the crackers that I brought. I wish I had brought my Edible Plants handbook. That would be really useful right now. I thought as I stand up, my stomach still aching with hunger. I call Surge's name a couple of times, but there's no response. I sigh and keep walking.

4 hours later, I stop walking and take a break. I sit on a lump of granite and take out some beef jerky. I'm about half way through one small bag of jerky when I hear a voice. "Help me!" It says. " I'm coming" I shout. I abandon my bag and run in the direction of the voice without thinking that it could be a trap.

All of a sudden I'm in a dark hole with pain searing through my left ankle. "Help!" I cry weakly. I hear an awful cackling sound from above me. "No help for you, deary!" I crane my neck upwards and see a canopy of leaves above me with a hole where I had fallen through.

A head pokes over the rim of the hole, about 30 feet up. It has bulbous, bloodshot eyes and puffy lips with saliva dripping out of its mouth. It's 2 teeth were rotten and hanging out of its mouth by a thread. It's skin is cracked and leathery. It's nose was 5 times the size of its eyes and its ears drooped down to its shoulders.

I scream. I can't help it, it is that disgusting. "Don't worry deary," it says. " I won't eat you just yet. We'll wait until you start to rot, ok?"

I scream again. My ankle is hurting so badly, and I'm so scared, that I pass out.

"Toodles! Eat you later!" The creature calls.