I used to love reading those choose your own adventure books, it made me feel like I was the one writing the tale. Of course as years have passed and books have taken so many different roads, I see less book where you can choose your own adventure.
I still love to read, just about anything I pick up, although it is fun sometimes to make your own adventure, I suppose that is why I write.
So just for fun, would you join me in writing our own adventure. Where ever one stops another can pick up, and on the story goes...
The icy wind bites at your neck, trudging through the thick fog. Pushing yourself you chant in your head "just a little further," but here at the ends of the earth, you know in your heart all to well a little further never becomes any closer.
The numbness in your finger tips begins to ache as your skin darkens with shades of purple. You know the outpost is here, you can remember it so well, the warmth of the steam coming off the pot on the stove, what didn't exit through the vent pipe above circled around the room adding drops of water to the glass surfaces.
Your mind drifts back to the feel of the woolen blanket that lay on your cot, oh how it be so close and yet still so far away. Your companions, their faces greeting you with a welcoming smile, it was nice to think of them still smiling and feeling the excitement of curiosity wash over them as it did you. A dream job, how could it have turned so ugly, how could you have known what was in that container.
Voices seem to lift through the air but no matter how hard you looked, no one, nothing could be seen but the cold wet fog, that you feared you die in. You tried calling out, but it was no use, be surrounded by all the wet air still left your throat so dry no sound would come out. You began to tell yourself that the voices where just in your head, that the memories of the last few weeks were playing tricks on you, while silently you hoped that someone still remained at the outpost, that someone would be looking for you...for answers to what has happened...
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ReplyDeleteYou fall to your knees as you encounter yet another drift of ice and snow. You rub your eyes exhaustingly already clambering to your feet. That is when you hear it... a great roar of an engine somewhere nearby. 'Impossible.' Is the only word that you can form in your head as you look around desperately. Again you hear shouts, and slowly you realized with a surge of joy that you were indeed hearing voices. You struggle towards the little sliver of hope. You are abruptly sent sliding down a slope and slide to a halt on a slush covered road. The fog grasps at you completely covering you from sight. You hear the rumbling once more and it dawns on you that your in the way of a car... and it can't see you. You struggle to your knees, you hear the screech of tires, and then something slams into your side knocking you down again. A slur of voices is the first thing you hear. Your heart skips a beat when you recognize the voices. Your companions! They found you!
ReplyDeleteWeakly you open your eyes to see blurry faces making funny sounds. You can’t quite put together what their saying, but it doesn't matter, none of it, the icy winds, the wounds, the cold, all that matters is that you made it. You found them. Finally, after what seemed like eons you can make out their faces. You see Tom's strong face filled with concern. It is almost unnatural seeing the commander's face filled with worry. Emma's slender Asian face pulled into a nervous smile. You notice with a dazed wonder that she isn't wearing her scrubs. And then you see Jack, your childhood friend and partner, peering over Tom's shoulder anxiously.
ReplyDelete"Felix! Felix! Can you hear me?" Jack asked concerned by your lack of movement.
"Felix, can you feel your toes?" Emma asked in a serious tone. If you could have laughed you would have, you hadn't been able to feel anything for a long time.
"Hey Felix how ya feelin'?" Tom said softly.
ReplyDelete"Water." You barely croak out. Jack shot to the still running vehicle while you struggle once more to your knees. Tom and Emma support you as you stagger to your numb feet. Jack soon returns with a warm bottle of water, which you drink quickly. The water gives you strength enough to talk.
"Where's the outpost?" You whisper hoarsely.
"It's just down the road my friend. Just down the road." Tom says relieved, giving you a firm pat on the shoulder.
"Come on Felix! Get in." Jack swings open a door to the back of a banged-up Jeep. You clamber up and sleep gratefully.
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ReplyDeleteYou are now sitting at the table in the outpost kitchen a day later, after having slept
a whole night, drinking hot chocolate. The hot chocolate reminds you that you had left the outpost a month ago for a reason. The cure. Your dream job, saving lives, turning into a nightmare. You remember all the things that you had to go through to get here. You remember having hot cocoa the day you left, your plane crashing, being kidnapped, climbing a treacherous mountain, traveling across a live volcano, nearly being drowned by a raging river, almost baking to death in a desert, nearly freezing to death for the past five days and throughout the whole thing being chased by the greedy madmen who wanted the cure for themselves and no one else. All for a little vial containing the cure to the plague sweeping the Earth, killing any living thing.
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ReplyDelete"Listen, Felix, I know you've been through a lot in the past month, but did you get it? Did you get the cure?" Tom was asking you. You are all ready reaching for the cure in your coat pocket. When you pull your hand out you see, sure enough, a bright green liquid enclosed in a clear plastic vial the size of your index finger. Your three companions stare at it in awe. How could this little bit of liquid contain all the answers they had been searching for? You muse and then you remember that you must have the answers to what has happened...
ReplyDelete"How is my sister? How is Freya?" You ask.
ReplyDelete"Listen kid, when you got the message from that stupid container it said that your sister was already going downhill... I'm truly sorry. Before she went out she wanted me to give you this." He spoke softly giving you a small stuffed elephant. She was eight-years-old, and one of your six siblings. Ranging form eight to sixteen, you were the eldest. None of them had anything in common except for one thing... they were now all dead by the Plague.
“Is the lab still running?” You ask referring to the lab that was supposed to receive the cure after it was retrieved.
ReplyDelete“I’m afraid that the chances are slim. We haven’t received contact from them for the past two weeks…” Tom’s voice ended in a whisper.
“Felix in your travels… have you ever come across any labs that has the equipment that we need to replicate the cure?” Jack asks you gently. Being kidnapped by the crazy gunmen that wanted the cure flashes through your mind. You try to push the thought away but before you know it you hear yourself saying, “Yes, but it’s going to be tricky.” A few minutes after you say this you realize that you just set yourself up to go back to the place you were held captive. To the place that you have nightmares about.
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ReplyDeleteYou awake with a start. You’re lying in a snowdrift breathing heavily. The fog clutches your lungs. You feel that you can’t go another step. You yearn for the warm room and your three companions Tom, Emma, and Jack; you yearn to know if Freya is still alive. You have been in the snowy wilderness for four days and you are wondering if your companions believe what the news said. That you are dead. You wonder if they are still at the outpost waiting…hoping. You remember when you first set off. You remember that awful container telling you that you had to go and search for a cure, because your sister was sick. You remember telling your companions goodbye never knowing what fate awaited you. You still didn’t know that tomorrow your companions would find you and tell you that Freya had, had a prolonged slow death awaiting a cure that would never reach her.
This was fun! Thanks for making a write your own adventure! It really was a lot of fun!!!!! :D
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing.
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