Our Own Pack
“NO. oh no no no no no. Come on get up you dummy” Ash cries as she tries to pull 350 pounds of pure muscle from quick sand. “Well you're never going to get me outta here if you lift like that, use your legs!” exclaims Zeke, a regular human like Ash, but about five times larger. “ You’re in no position to criticize how I lift right now!” She collapses onto the ground with an exasperated sigh. Ash tries to think smarter, not harder. Wasn’t that what her mother always said? It doesn’t matter. She’s gone now, like the rest of them. Ash is better at medical help than intelligent puzzles or whatever all the smart kids in class did.