Joe (Beginnings Series Book 25) by Druga Jacqueline

Author:Druga, Jacqueline [Druga, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-01-31T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

It went from light to dark.

The air went thin, almost unbreathable.

One moment he was sitting in front of a fire, roasting his dinner over an open pit, sharpening his knife, and the next a huge light appeared and he no longer could breathe right.

What happened to his friend? His fire? Dinner? The trees that had lost their leaves due to the change of season were suddenly budding.

It wasn’t the same forest. No way.

The trees were small.

What happened?

Had he consumed too much substance that it took him away? It was illegal for hunters to drink the drink, but he enjoyed it.

It was strange, he felt strange.

He blacked out for a second then ended up somewhere different. As if he were transported to another place. But that wasn’t possible. No way. He heard tales that at one time man could do that, but he shook it off. Man didn’t have that technology. No way.

But other worlds, men from the stars, they had it. At least that’s what he and his people believed.

Now he was alone.

Completely alone.

The sounds were strange, small chirping sounds he never heard before.

He reached down to the ground and lifted a hand full of dirt, bringing it to his mouth to sniff.

Different.

There were minerals in there he didn’t recognize.

But he did recognize hunger.

He had to find food.

His hunt was in vain as it seemed to vanish … or he did.

A sniff. A hard sniff brought him a direction. To the left. He focused, waited; even in the darkness he could catch the scent. The blood.

Yes. There.

It was big, almost as big as he was. Covered in thick black fur. The animal was like none he had seen. It reminded him of a looper but without horns on its head.

The creature bucked to its hind legs and growled.

He growled back and the creature charged toward him.

Was he sacrificing himself?

Surely he was, because he didn’t know what he was up against.

The animal or creature was stupid.

He stood his ground waiting, and pulled forth his knife. A long object with a bone handle.

The animal lunged out its paw and stomped.

Too easy. Too simple.

He slashed out quickly and the animal fell with a groan.

He hovered over the creature, finishing it off with a thick slice to its throat. He turned it on its side to let the blood flow.

As soon as it stopped breathing, and the blood stopped pulsating, he would gut it, skin it, and cook it. It should have enough meat to last a couple days.

At least until he could figure out what was going on and where he was.

Food first.

Food was always first.

And he turned to his hunter skills to eat.

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