Print idea what these two were rambling about. I sat up on my elbows and hit my head on the bottom of the carriage. I rubbed the spot gingerly, feeling a small bump start to rise. That didn’t feel like wood should. I looked up and saw a mess of metallic contraptions. What the hell?

“Oh Jesus, you don’t think…” they continued.

“I don’t know. I’m just making a guess.”

“Aw man, that’s scary stuff.”

“No kidding. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

            “Alright. Tell the missus I said hello.”

The man turned toward me and I hugged the ground. He got in the wagon and the other man walked away. I was about to climb out when the wagon suddenly roared to like. I cried out in surprise and covered my ears against the sound. It roared and moved away on its own power, leaving me laying there in the open.

I jumped and ran towards the woods, thoroughly startled by the strange device. What the hell was that thing? What was going on here! I ran, and would not stop. Whatever that thing was, what if it saw me and started to chase me? Trees and bushes whipped past me. There wasn’t a person in the village that could catch me. I was going to give this thing a run for its money. I kept running until it hurt to breath and my legs felt like lead. But I could swear I could hear the thing growling behind me, the metallic beast closing in, so I kept running.

I slowed down eventually and turned back. There was nothing chasing me. It was just my wild imagination playing tricks on me, influenced by fear and stress.

I took a few steps forward and suddenly, every muscle in my being locked up. I fell to the ground and whimpered. Agony wracked every nerve in my body. What was happening? What had they done to me?

After what felt like forever, the tide of pain subsided. Slowly, I sat up. I was exhausted. Everything ached. I crawled through the leaves and dirt and leaned myself against the tree.

So much had happened all at once. I felt overwhelmed, lonely, scared. I was hungry and cold, and still bleeding a little, but I was too tired to do anything about it.

I felt tears well up in my eye and I tried to blink them away. I wasn’t going to cry. I was tougher than that.

But I cried anyways. And when I was done, I slept.