Predators
Hunt Or Be Hunted
By
Predy96
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CHAPTER ONE
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The last thing I remembered was getting on a plane. After that, I seemed to have blacked out. It was the wind rushing past me that pulled me back to consciousness. It felt cool. My mahogany colored hair whipped around my face. Clouds soaked my clothes. Oh, I forgot to mention, my name is Francis. I come from Denver, Colorado. I was practicing to be a surgeon. I was nearing the end of my final year at Denver Medical School. Suddenly, I saw trees appear through the clouds. They were coming up fast. I started panicking. Then, I felt the strap on my shoulders. A parachute? I put a hand to my left shoulder. Felt the ripcord. Yes, it was parachute. I tried to pull it open. It didn't work. The trees were getting closer. I pulled again. It still didn't open. They were closer. I gave one last tug. It opened! But it wasn't fast enough. It was barely out before the trees slammed into me. I blacked out again.
Shit, that hurt.
When I woke up for the second time, it was nearly dark. I figured I had about close to three hours before the sun went down. I felt a sharp pain in my left arm and grabbed it. It hurt like hell. I was bruised all over and then some. My mouth was dry, so I decided to look for water. That's when I heard a massive roar break the silence. I looked overhead and saw a million birds fly from the trees. That's when I saw the two enormous planets looming overhead. Circling the planets were about five moons.
Where the hell was I?