THE HUNTERS
The man, if you could call him that, darted around the patch of trees and slid down the steep gully on the other side. He had a thick beard and long dirty looking hair and his clothing was little more than a tattered shirt and cut off jeans. He was more of an animal than a man, darting for cover at the slightest sound, his head moving from side to side trying to catch the slightest movement and the constant sniffing the air for any strange order. He climbed the almost straight up grade on the other side effortlessly and moved smoothly, silently through the thicket of small bushes and trees near the top of the grade. Reaching the top, the man squatted like an animal and studied his back trail with a pair of worn field glasses.
He mumbled softly to himself as he scanned the woods, jerking the glasses back as he caught a movement. Suddenly the still air was broken by a dreadful sound. It wasn’t a howl but close to it. It was their way of talking. In the distance he heard several of the hunters answer from areas spaced well apart. They were in a giant semi circle and were drawing it tighter and tighter.
They had his scent now. It would only be a matter of time. Then he saw the thing merge from the forest on the other side. It stood close to seven feet tall and must have weighed over four hundred pounds. It had a small head for its body but the mouth was massive and full of razor sharp teeth. The head looked something like the dinosaurs from Earths past. The body stood on two muscular legs. It had two huge almost human looking arms and a long neck that led to the head. The neck moved back and forth like a giant snake. The thing could tear a humans head off with one rake of it razor sharp teeth, and the man had seen it happen. The thing raised its head and sniffed the air. Then it turned and its large yellow eyes looked straight at him. The man squirmed deeper into the soft pine needles. The monster opened its mouth, revealing a long flickering tongue. Slime dripped onto the forest floor. It would wait there for the others and then close for the kill.
About Me
- Ewell Greeson
- I was born in north Georgia. While in grade school I developed a love for books and art. After high school, I served in the Air Force where I attended night classes at the University of Florida for six years. I then worked for an English company in overseas high- rise construction for four years in four different countries. I returned to Atlanta where I studied and received a diploma from the De VRY Institute of Technology in computer control electronics. I am now on my sixth manuscript. I write because I love to write. My biggest fault is that I haven’t put the same effort into marketing. I am a Real Estate Broker and own a small Real Estate company. I live with my lovely wife in North GA.
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