I sat there, cold - staring into the abyss.  Covered in blood, dried and cracking making my skin feel like it was peeling.  No matter how hard I tried I could not wrap my head around the events of the past 24 hours, all I could do was sit there staring out - fingers wrapped white knuckled around this club that has become my friend, savior and enemy all at once.

The rain started about an hour ago, I did not even notice it until I looked down at the pool of blood that was collecting in this rubber prison I was condemned too.  I started to see my skin again - the water felt like sweet escape, washing away the sins I had committed.  I chuckled to myself, I am surrounded by water and it took the rain for me to see through the blood.  I arched my head back to let my mouth fill with the sweet nectar.  I was not even hungry or thirst, at least I did not feel like I was but damn did that water ever taste good.  Washed away was the taste of copper with each mouthful.

I laid back finally able to relax, the crusted blood washed away - the feeling of safety coming over me.  Finally sleep, the sweet escape - life can start again tomorrow.

I pick up a small limb from the tree that has just exploded in front of me.  My other hand is busy trying, failing to rip out the splinters which are covering my body ripping apart my flesh.  Only seconds ago I was strapped to that tree, watching as those beasts tore apart my flock.  Doing ungodly things to those poor animals, I could not figure it out - WHY?  Why would anybody want to fuck a sheep, why would they want to stab it as they defiled it, why would they want me to watch, why would they do this en mass.  Raping, killing, eating, tearing - my poor animals had no defense, I stood there bound to this tree - helpless trying to rationalize it.

Was it the drugs, they seemed stable enough.  Blood crazed, but stable conversing with one another and even taunting me.  I still do not know how the tree exploded, was it them trying to kill me??  I had seen them strap some explosives to a few of my animals, were they trying to kill me too?

All I can do now is run, run and don't look back.  As I near the edge of the cliff my heart bursting out of my chest, the blood had stopped flowing from my wounds but the pain persisted like a million cuts laughing at me, trying to drop me to my knees.  The cliffs edge brought back memories of my wife, thanks god she was no more.  The doctors missed all the signs and she died in my arms on this very spot, taking most of me with her.

I start to climb down the cliff side, fingers pained as I grip the roots and rocks.  More of a slightly controlled tumble as apposed to climbing.  I look up just as I get smacked in the face with a rock.  Squinting threw the torrent of blood I can see those fuckers coming after me.  Thepain hits me a second later, stinging like an electric shock to my head.  I guess I might have heard them had the damn explosion not deafened me - those fuckers!!

I had my back against the rock, surrounded by bloody beasts - shells of former human beings.  I could now see their eyes, their faces.  It was my neighbors, my friends only they were different.  Theirs eyes were hollow black pools, glistening in the daylight.  Something had happened, changed them.  They all sounded the same, like one person and they all moved together like a swarm of bats reacting to sound.

My club connected with Jo's face, it vibrated in my hands as his head collapsed and he hit the floor.  The blood spraying across my face, it surprised me at how warm it was.  I had no time to think, just swing and hope I was getting the best of them.  My side burned as I felt the flesh being ripped away, I turned and dropped the hammer on his back - FUCKERS I WIN!!

I push away from the shore in my little run-about, dropping the engine as soon as it was deep enough.  A little early as I see the plum of dust behind me before the prop took over and took me away from this hell, home no more. 

I sit and watch as the coast begins to disappear.