A Long Flight (2)

It was the longest period of time I've ever experience, hearing the alarms go off. The entire cockpit blacked out, and then lighted up with red coloured emergency bulbs .I lost control of her. I was falling. I could not eject myself. I won’t if I could, it would be suicide to the power of three if I do so. She was spinning like a giant eagle shot dead from the sky.

“Mayday!! Mayday!! "
A loud bang accompanied the event. Then, it was black.

I heard the sound of a river. I felt mist flirting with my face. My shoes are wet, I'm aware of that. I woke up. The sun was shining a little too bright. I got myself up, even though my head was spinning like two monkeys falling in love. I was in a shallow river. I turned around. I saw her...all smashed up. I felt like crying, I got this thing for planes you see. But I could not spare more time for mourning over pieces of metal. Besides, I could not waste the Author's time, typing will drive you mad. I tried one step at a time. My left shoulder was badly cut. I tore a portion of my shirt, and tied it around my wound. To survive and meet civilization, to escape this unknown Mediterranean forest, I must follow the stream.

I have never drunk water so fresh and sweet before in my entire life. And drank till I'm full I did. I filled up my bottle, and planned to continue. Then, I heard a twig snapped behind me. I turned fast and to my amazement-ness, a satyr, a young one I say, judging by the size of his horns, standing, staring at me.

"You lost, Sir?"
"You're...you're...you're a goat man?"
"Satyr, Sir, yes, half man, half goat".
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"I did not throw a joke, Sir"
"Look, goat man, I...”   "Pip, Sir"
"Pip, whether you're real or not, I'm lost, so if you don’t mind......Pip?"

Pip turned pale. He was staring blankly into the air. The flute in his hands dropped on the forest floor. Then, his jaws started to buff. His eyes turned yellow. He raised his hands up, like little children in kindergarden, lining up, heading for class. He opened his mouth. His saliva drools over his chin. He started to choke out some sort of word, but I could not make it out. His 'symptoms' are extremely familiar. Too familiar. He started to choke a little more. Sooner, he'll spit out that word, that very word, the word which I fear most, spitted out of a mindless,lifeless body.
Hell yes he spitted it out.
"Brraaaiiiinnnsss!!!"

I ran. I ran for my life. The flashback of events from ‘84 raids my mind. '84 was the worst year, but it was the end. We were at war, but the cure was released. Strange, is it back? It must be back! The Satyr got it! Satyrs run fast. They're half goats for Neptune's sake. What's worst than being chased by a Satyr? Being chased by a Zombie-Satyr, screaming out for brains! To my dumb-wits, I was running while looking back. To make things worse, I reached a cliff, a cliff so high, you could barely think you're on the same planet your own mother plopped you out, I fell. As I was falling, I could see the young zombie-satyr looking down at me...still mumbling out "brains". Falling was forever. I screamed my lungs out. Then, the stalagmites came to my sight. Ouch.

"Boom!!"
I woke up. I was at my couch. The sun light beamed across my living room. I turned and saw yesterday's pizza on the table. My door was whacked...knocked. "George!!"
I walked towards the door, feeling dizzier than ever.
"George, it's been a week now! Where's the rent? You pay, now!"
"Mr.Timh, please, another week?"
He gave a pity look, with a slight touch of anger.
"Three days tops, George, three days!"
And he was off. I closed the door behind me.

I turned and saw the sky outside of my window. It was green!! Then, there were sounds of jet engines. It was the haze thingy.They're spraying out seeds. Coincidence-ness? I walked into my bathroom. I took off my shirt. My entire arm suddenly jammed. I look over my left shoulder. A wound stitched up, probably three weeks old. All I could do was to stare at that wound. Then, a sudden thud on my door moves me out of the bathroom. Can't he just get it? He gave me three weeks, tops! What's more to ask? I opened the door.


"Look, Mr. Timh, I told you I.........Pip?"
"Brraaaiinnnss!!"