Post by w0lverine123 on May 10, 2009 11:55:37 GMT
Country: Britain
Area/Setting:
A large, open field, with picnic tables off to one side and trees surrounding the whole thing. A pile of boulders is a landmark opposite the picnic tables, and a pond is literally touching and submerging part of the boulders. There is nobody there, because it's fenced off, for safety purposes. Very few people ever go in there.
Current Time: 14:03 (about 2 PM)
Weather Conditions: Sunny
The sun shone down it's brilliantly golden rays onto Zack's back, bathing him in warmth. Jolly old England was a good change after spending more than a year of almost complete isolation on the German front lines with his only comrade being Luis Burton, a private placed under his command after the first month of isolation. Death clung to memories of those twelve and a half months of Nazi slaying. But now he was home, back where he belonged. Luckily, Luis Burton also lived in England. Being a rather young soldier at only twenty two years of age, Luis was very playful and childish at times, while Zack tried to remain as calm and serious as possible. But despite their differences, the two soldiers had become fast friends and trusting comrades, through months of defending trenches and fortifying bunkers, not to mention eating canned mush for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was no good to think of that now, though; the point being, it was over, for now.
Luis had agreed to meet Zack at this park, or what used to be a park. The grass still shone green and vibrant, as did the trees. The sun could still be seen, and the picnic tables didn't look all that rusty. In fact, they had recently been painted and cleaned, though few people ever use them. The forest had little to fear, as it had no real danger or scary areas, being only about thirty feet from side to side with widely spaced trees. Why, enough sun got in there to drive away any fear! A pile of boulders standing tall and magnificent opposite the picnic tables weren't sharp, or dangerous, just big and fun to explore. The pond wasn't poisonous and didn't contain any waste in it's murky depths. No, the problem was what lied in wait at the bottom of the pond. Stories had spread that catfish as big as a grown man, some bigger, had evolved in that pond and would eat humans. Rubbish, the lot of it.
So Zack and Luis were trusting that the rumors were just that; rumors, and nothing more, with very little truth involved. Since they had a week or two of leave from the military, the friends had decided to meet outside of work to do a little fishing. Zack had his rod, and Luis was supposedly bringing his, but you never know. Just in case, Zack had brought a spare rod, spare hooks, and a bag of bait. Along with his knife and gun case, of course. A rifle could be useful for purely entertaining purposes, such as shooting at leaves on a dead tree to knock them down. Good practice for real shooting, too.
Finally, Luis arrived, late as usual, and with nothing but a case of ammunition and his rifle. They both had the same idea in mind; fishing, shooting, and wrestling. Luis, smiling, dropped his load and charged full on at Zack, who braced his legs against the ground and thrust out his arms wide, snagging Luis and throwing the young private to the ground. “Hey there, Luis!”
“Hi, Zack! Do you have a spare fishing rod? I forgot mine,” Luis said, chuckling. Zack laughed, motioning to his second rod.
“Right there,” the soldier said.
Suddenly, both men stopped talking and turned around. The whole park had turned silent as a grave except for the rustling of a man emerging from the forest. “Hello, there! Who do we have here?” called Zack.
Area/Setting:
A large, open field, with picnic tables off to one side and trees surrounding the whole thing. A pile of boulders is a landmark opposite the picnic tables, and a pond is literally touching and submerging part of the boulders. There is nobody there, because it's fenced off, for safety purposes. Very few people ever go in there.
Current Time: 14:03 (about 2 PM)
Weather Conditions: Sunny
The sun shone down it's brilliantly golden rays onto Zack's back, bathing him in warmth. Jolly old England was a good change after spending more than a year of almost complete isolation on the German front lines with his only comrade being Luis Burton, a private placed under his command after the first month of isolation. Death clung to memories of those twelve and a half months of Nazi slaying. But now he was home, back where he belonged. Luckily, Luis Burton also lived in England. Being a rather young soldier at only twenty two years of age, Luis was very playful and childish at times, while Zack tried to remain as calm and serious as possible. But despite their differences, the two soldiers had become fast friends and trusting comrades, through months of defending trenches and fortifying bunkers, not to mention eating canned mush for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was no good to think of that now, though; the point being, it was over, for now.
Luis had agreed to meet Zack at this park, or what used to be a park. The grass still shone green and vibrant, as did the trees. The sun could still be seen, and the picnic tables didn't look all that rusty. In fact, they had recently been painted and cleaned, though few people ever use them. The forest had little to fear, as it had no real danger or scary areas, being only about thirty feet from side to side with widely spaced trees. Why, enough sun got in there to drive away any fear! A pile of boulders standing tall and magnificent opposite the picnic tables weren't sharp, or dangerous, just big and fun to explore. The pond wasn't poisonous and didn't contain any waste in it's murky depths. No, the problem was what lied in wait at the bottom of the pond. Stories had spread that catfish as big as a grown man, some bigger, had evolved in that pond and would eat humans. Rubbish, the lot of it.
So Zack and Luis were trusting that the rumors were just that; rumors, and nothing more, with very little truth involved. Since they had a week or two of leave from the military, the friends had decided to meet outside of work to do a little fishing. Zack had his rod, and Luis was supposedly bringing his, but you never know. Just in case, Zack had brought a spare rod, spare hooks, and a bag of bait. Along with his knife and gun case, of course. A rifle could be useful for purely entertaining purposes, such as shooting at leaves on a dead tree to knock them down. Good practice for real shooting, too.
Finally, Luis arrived, late as usual, and with nothing but a case of ammunition and his rifle. They both had the same idea in mind; fishing, shooting, and wrestling. Luis, smiling, dropped his load and charged full on at Zack, who braced his legs against the ground and thrust out his arms wide, snagging Luis and throwing the young private to the ground. “Hey there, Luis!”
“Hi, Zack! Do you have a spare fishing rod? I forgot mine,” Luis said, chuckling. Zack laughed, motioning to his second rod.
“Right there,” the soldier said.
Suddenly, both men stopped talking and turned around. The whole park had turned silent as a grave except for the rustling of a man emerging from the forest. “Hello, there! Who do we have here?” called Zack.
