it was raining. sun was setting. i was trudging along a field paralleling a road. moving from shadow to shadow, tree to tree. Suddenly i see movement ahead of me. someone is crawling, and its not a zombie. instincts kick in and immediately went prone and rolled into bushes hoping they didn't see me. the grip on my only weapon, a hatchet, tightens Time slows to a crawl as if everything is running in slow motion. seconds turn to minutes. "what the f is going on?" i think. "is he scared? surely he saw i only had a hatchet if they saw me. why hasn't he appeared on the other side of the bushes? is he going to charge me?" i pucker up, roll out from the bushes and come face to face with my foe. a pig.
