Arthur looked around to see if anyone else heard the ear piercing scream that came from the blackened building two doors away from him. There was no one near this building.
Arthur lay there, pain still coursing through his body after trying to stand up. He looked around. It was too dark to make out any details, but he did know he was laying down on a thin bed roll; he felt the earth under him. He looked to his side and saw a cup next to him, he reached out, and grabbed it.
I need to find my family.
The sun, beaming down. Bushels of hay being thrown over the shoulder, the cows grazing on the field. He was too busy working to notice the sly creature stalking up behind him, ready to pounce at any moment. Held breath, one leg lifts slowly. Pause. Making sure that they haven’t been heard. Slowly a second step. And a third. Inching closer and closer. Waiting for the ideal moment. Like slow motion, at the full extent of one of the bushels being thrown over the shoulder; the pounce! “Got you!”