I had to return my Captain’s skull to the compound.
A faint cracking of a twig sounded from within the trees, then silence.
Pistol drawn I moved back, my focus on the dense thickets of pine and palms. Nothing stirred. I looked up, faint noises alerting me of an ambush.
I reached down with my free hand and grabbed my boot knife.
Within the thicket, came movement slow, deliberate.
I pointed my pistol at the disturbance.
From the undergrowth cannibals charged.
I fired twice, downing two, the third’s neck sliced open by my knife.
Damn! I didn’t see the fourth.
© 2016, Raymond Tobaygo. All rights reserved.
The author has granted WritersCarnival.ca, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.