Undiscovered: Book One: The New Jungle

Chapter 17

Chris and Christine sat by the fire as Randal skinned the stilted antelope. He took off the hide and scraped of the meat. He then took a bit of salt and shook it onto the underside. He then tied it between two trees to dry. For whatever reason he decided to tan the skin like a rug. He then began cutting the meat of the antelope. He hung it by the back legs and began to cut off portions of meat.

"Well, it's a good thing I packed various sizes of Ziploc bags." Christine said.

"Okay, I got as much meat as I could off of it. This could last us until at least three days from now." Randal said walking over, holding several plastic bags of stilted antelope meat.

"Wow, that really isn't much." Christine said, surprised.

"Well, you saw the carcass, they are mostly legs. If they were proportioned normally they would be about three feet tall. Instead they have freakishly long legs that add an extra six inches. It's weird. Either way I'm glad I used a spear instead of a gun. If I had somehow gotten a gun it would have probably blown the freaking thing's shoulders off." Randal answered. "Well, let's get this thing over the fire, it takes a lot more time to roast red meat than fish. I'll put some of it on a spit. The one we've been using is too flimsy to hold up meat from a mammal or something. What kind do you want?"

"Steak!" Chris shouted.

"No!" Randal replied, using the same tone to keep from disappointing his friend too much. "Sorry bro, steak works with cows because they have so much fat. This thing has too little fat in too few places. They are mostly legs and they burn off fat quicker because they have  smaller bodies, and smaller bodies means less space to store fat. Not only that how do you cook a steak that would come off of that thing on a spit."

"We could roast the hams." Christine said.

"Okay, sure." Randal replied.

"What, your saying this thing has hams on it but not steak. What is this crap?" Chris shouted.

"Chris you know ham only refers to the hamstring. It won't taste like ham from a pig." Randal replied.

"Oh, well then. Fine we'll roast the hams. If you say so."

Randal spit the hams and began putting salt on them. The meat began sizzling an  dragons began flying around.

"Dang it why are the dragons trying to get all up in my food. It's mine!" Chris said angrily, swatting at the dragons.

"I guess they just like the smell, they probably only get to eat dead antelope and they probably wonder what this tastes like. After all meat is better than insects. Probably." Randal replied.

"Well I don't like it." Christine yelled. "They are probably covered in disease."

"Actually they probably have fewer diseases than a bird." Randal corrected.

"Well either way, we don't know that and I don't want them in my hair!" Christine yelled as dragons continues to flutter around her face.

Eventually the dragons left and the group was able to eat in peace.

"Finally the flying demons are gone." Christine said.

"Hey, what do you have against dragons?" Randal said.

"The fact that they won't leave me alone." Christine answered.

"Well hopefully we won't be here much longer. Maybe we'll be able to find our way back before the vacation ends. We would still have about six days." Chris said hopefully.

"That would be great." Christine said. "I can imagine myself sunbathing, of course with plenty of sunscreen, by th  edge of the pool."

Randal sat with his eyes wide, zoned out, clearly he could imagine that as well.

"Well, I guess we should actually look for a way out tomorrow." Randal said as the sun began to lower.

"Yeah, you're right." Christine said.

Then the group went to sleep.