Ruins

3-Not alone

"I'd rather be alone,
Around these Ruins I roam.
Friendship, something to seek,
Enemies, slick And sleek.
Until my skills I hone,
I'd rather be alone."

Kaleb awoke early in the morning like some, five a.m. To the sound of three gashers clawing at the base of the pole, growling.

He didn't rub his eyes he just glared And instantly became fully awake. He untied his safety strap And brought his bag to him. He looked down over the side, leaning ever so slightly.

There was enough scratch marks along the base to mistake it for a scratching post.

He looked through bag, calm And collected, his father always used to say"patience key, to the lock of life."
Kaleb loved this saying when he was younger as he loved mysteries And riddles as it sounded so mysterious.

Kaleb searched his bag for the perfect materials for this situation, calmly.

The contents of his bag included;
His six favorite comic books
His .35 cal rifle
Around ten magazines for the rifle
His dad's native American bracelet
Two small throwing knives
Food, water etc.
His Father's military 6 inch knife.
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Aha, he pulled out the throwing knives And his Father's knife.
He examined the six inch long blade And the comfortable grip, he set out down And armed a throwing knife in each hand.

He wrapped his thighs tightly around the overhang And leaned over more.
He pulled back a throwing knife as one gasher started straight up at him And growled. He grunted quietly as he pitched the knife right into the beasts nostril, entering it's deep head.

It squealed And fell into its back, lifeless. He quickly pulled back his other And fired it into the second ones forehead And strapped his bag on his back And armed his combat knife.

He remembered an old game that came out which him And his dad played together,"prince of Persia"he pretended he was the prince of Persia And leaped down forcefully assassinating the creature.

He ripped the knife out of the gashers neck. He stowed the knife away back in the back pocket of his bag.

Kaleb kneeled down And pulled out a map of Creed Colorado. He was facing south, cause the supermarket was behind him so... The Creed grill And bar, And the US post office were ahead, as well as the closest intact buildings.

He hopped along the street singing
"Wolf in sheeps clothing"by set it off.
He drummed his fingers along to the beat in his head as his mp3 died two days ago.once he found batteries he'd REALLY jam.

Suddenly,up the street around the next corner an adult female And an old man hobbled around the corner carrying machine guns And ak47s And stuff.

Kaleb gasped And jumped behind a corner. He held his hand over his mouth.

His dad always told him to stay away from groups, he had taught him all he needed, he said before he died...