I don't own WotW. I own Sam and Christy. Thanks to SergeantHeretic for helping me out with the soldier.
We were traveling to who knows where. My friend Christy and I tried to get this guy to talk to us, but we only got his name: Bordine. But at least that's something.
I'm judging that it's been another week since he saved us from the Martians' hostage in the pit. Christy and Bordine was convince that every single Martian in that pit had died. Nearly all did, but I was highly convinced that one was still alive and soon to be well.
My Martian baby sitter that took time to watch over me while I was still in that pit. He saved me once and since then, I felt I had a special connection. And it sometimes got weird.
Iwas afraid tomention this before, but when my Martian sitter was shot by Bordine, I could've sworn that I felt a pain in my stomach area. Then it disappeaed for a while, but when I looked back to find my Martian still alive, the pain came back.
I didn't tell Bordine or Christy about anything about that or about the fact that one lucky Martian was alive.
Bordine almost never talked to us. He just told us when to do certain things. Although he's cute, he's a little on the mean bitter side.
Right now me and Christy was resting in a ditch while Bordine kept watch. Christy and I was keeping quiet since we can't start a conversation without play fighting, our way of bonding. This was only a break for the night as we adapted to being both daernal and nocturnal. Being both isn't a surprise to me, since I would spend every Saturday staying up all through the night anyways.
We were about to continue going east when I felt something vaguly familiar. A voice was telling us not to go that way. It told us that we should go west. It was almost the same feelings that I felt when my Martian sitter talked telelpathically to me, but this was lighter, like it was done further away.
I ignored it. It could be a trap.
It wasn't. As soon as we got to the forest edge, we were confronted by a Martian Tripod. It turned right at us. This can't be good.
I'm being rushed off the computer, so I gotta hurry up. Pleaz review.
