~Chapter 4: The meeting~
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Mac was wandering through the forest of the past. It was so much cleaner there, the air was nicer and it was a beautiful place. However Mac wanted to go home. There were many dangers in the future present day, the day were Mac was from. Now his present day was in the past, confusing as that may be.
He had set up a camp where the previous person had been. There were small things that indicated human activity. One thing he knew was that it was not early hominid activity and it wasn't the cavemen or something of that nature. This was a human being that was capable of doing things that he could, possibly even more.
He had hoped with his entire mind that the person who had set up the camp would come back that night, but he had spent it alone.
There were so many things that could happen to him. Imagine what the fossil records would look like if there was a human being from the year two thousand and thirteen in the fossil records for millions of years ago. Mac now knew why Evan was so paranoid about going into the anomalies and putting everything back. The past could be re-written from one small thing, the present could change the future could change. People may not have even existed; the world as they knew it could be ripped apart. They could be turned into mindless pond life.
Mac had been in the past for just over a week now and with all the spare time on his hands his mind had become very imaginative. He had thought of things that he would not have thought of otherwise and it had truly been an enlightening experience for him, but he wanted to go home now. And his plan was to find this other man in the anomaly with him. Find the other that was like himself, stuck in the distant past, with little hope of returning home.
Hours past and he grew tired of simply waiting. He decided to go a look around the little shelter that consisted of a thistle and thorn covered tree that had a protected area inside. It resembled an igloo made of thorns, making it difficult for the predators to get near it. He listened to the sounds outside, listening for the sounds of predators and he could hear none, in fact he could hear nothing at all.
He stepped out into the open space of the clearing in the forest and surveyed his surroundings, there was nothing and it almost seemed desolate. But after days in this place Mac knew better than that. It looked bare now but it was surprisingly deceptive.
He moved off, constantly scanning the area around him. He managed to move around for a while before he heard it. In his time he would not have taken any notice of the snapping of twigs. However in this time he stopped and froze as he turned around to see one of the large birds. It saw him and started to move towards him. He started to back away from it, heading for the nearest tree that he could see, the nearest tree that he could easily climb. Luckily in this time that was most of them.
As the big bird started to move more quickly towards him he broke out into a run for the nearest climbable tree. Sensing this, the bird like monster dinosaur moved after him with incredible speed. He remembered these creatures and he wished he had paid attention to what Dylan had called them. All he knew was that it was some kind of major killer bird. The one that Leeds had taken from the anomaly.
As he took the final leap for the tree he felt a searing pain in his leg as the bird grabbed onto his leg and pulled him backwards. Mac tried his hardest to pull himself up but it was not enough. He was going to die at the mercy of an oversized chicken.
Just when he was about to give up he heard a yell. It was an English accent similar to his own. 'Don't worry mate, Molly and I will save you.' When he heard these words he was shocked to hear 'Molly and I.' there must have been two people there. It was going to be ok, the more the merrier if he made it out alive.
Mac heard a whacking sound followed by a squeal from big bird and a release of his leg. He turned around to see a man and a stick once he managed to get back down to ground level. He looked around and could see no one by the name of Molly. His leg had a huge cut down the front, from his ankle to his knee.
'They're Terror Birds.' The man said, the accent ringing in Mac's ear as the mystery man leant down to try and help him up. 'We need to get you back to my shelter, and then we can talk about you and me.' He gave Mac the stick to put some weight on and pulled his arm over his shoulder. They then walked back to the thorny shelter where Mac had spent the previous night.
When the finally arrived the Man took off his shirt and ripped the bottom off as he ripped of the bottom of his shirt. He grabbed his steel water bottle that looked old and weathered. He poured some water over Mac's wound, and he dug his fingers into the ground from the stinging pain it caused but he knew it was the right thing to do. Then the mysterious, currently nameless man wrapped his leg in the ripped part of the shirt before looking up into Mac's eyes.
'So I should probably explain earlier. Those big birds are called Terror birds. They are mean fighting machines and I have lived with them for some time now, so long I don't even know how long it's been. It's been so long that I been so long that I have named my stick Molly. I've been going in and out of anomalies since two thousand and nine. And I have been back to the present once since then.'
Mac nodded. 'Mate you are British too. And there is one small thing you have left out. What's your name?' He realised that it was what they were
'Oh, so you're not from the ARC then? How did you come across the anomalies then? Ah well I s'pose that doesn't matter. My name is…'
And there it stops. Any guesses on the mystery man? First person to get it right will get…I don't know yet but I think of something.
And May your gateways remain ever open…musicgirl97