The first thing she was aware of was that her body hurt like a bitch.
The second thing was the strange sensation that comes from sleeping with open eyes – very dry and everything seemed to be moving in jerks and jumps.
Unfortunately for her, she knew from experience that these were the side effects of being zatted in the brain. It'd happened before, and she was really lucky to be this lucid.
She was also very lucky that the alien thing didn't shoot her twice.
Now she was really pissed off.
Coughing to get the stale taste from her mouth, Orr quickly began analysing the situation. Trapper was still hanging beside her, and looked undamaged for the most part, but his mouth was flapping so swiftly that she decided to disregard his voice and continue her survey. They were hanging from a sturdy bough on an elm tree with hemp line, strong itself but easy enough to cut through with a sharp blade, if necessary.
She, herself, had a few minor cuts and bruises but other than that she was in keen shape – despite the shot to the head she had taken hours before.
Her hands were still untied and the bleeding had stopped, luckily.
The alien beings were about twenty feet away, playing with a radio they had stolen.
"They're tracking them," Trapper hissed, finally breaking through to her.
She turned to face him, surprise in her blood-shot eyes.
"Sir, how are they doing it?"
"With the radio, I figure. They're tapping and the third went away to follow the tapping."
The young lieutenant rubbed the uncut side of her face and groaned, "I need to get right side up before my skull pops from the pressure."
Bending her knees a few times to get the feeling back, Trapper was amazed as she was able to pull herself upright in one try – something he was sure could be attributed to the fact that she didn't have arthritis in her knees like him. She wrapped an arm around the bough they were tied off from, pulled off some humanly impossible feat of flexibility and winded up pulling a knife from her boot.
The action hadn't gone unnoticed, and one of the aliens approached menacingly.
It had a pistol in a bone white hand.
Trapper called out a warning as it aimed to fire at the younger human.
With a twist, swish and flip he fell unbound to the group.
The gun fired and impacted on the tree where Orr had been clinging only moments before.
Now she was climbing up higher into the tree, shaking off the rope around her feet, and trying to move erratically as possible to keep from becoming a target.
The second alien moved in and grabbed hold of Trapper before he could rise and get away. It held him up high, so that he was visible to anyone in the vicinity and let out what could only be described as a blood curdling shriek.
Orr stopped to look down at the fighting colonel and unmoving aliens below.
It gave enough of a widow of opportunity for the alien with the handgun to take. It fired and her hand exploded in pain, causing her to loose her grip on the tree and come crashing down, breaking branches, bouncing off boughs, and landing in a broken heap next to the base of the tree.
Sorry that this one is so short, but I'm having trouble writing it the way I want it to happen.
I know how it should go but I can't figgure out how to get it there.
