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Chapter 8 Blind Fighting

The resounding clang of the locker shutting, sealed any hope of getting off this planet.

Everyone felt dread at the darkness, except Riddick and I. Him because he can see in the dark and me, well I have a Lime Green Bag of Tricks.

Someone lit up a bottle of Scotch and gave me enough light to ruffle through my Bag. I had but some flashlights in my Bag after a hunting trip gone bad. Stupid monkey things from the underworld!

While everyone was arguing, a few seconds of searching brought about many things from my bag. A jump rope, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and matching keys, the original Mona Lisa (which had gone missing some 10 years earlier). A zippo lighter came out next followed by, my medication, a packet of candy, a folding chair, a half eaten sandwich, a left shoe, a kitchen sink, multiple pairs of non-matching socks, a hairbrush, a deck of cards, and finally my two flashlights.

"Aha success," I exclaimed after pulling them out.

"Damn, what else you got in that bag of yours?" Paris asked when everyone finally noticed what I was doing.

"Condoms and Lube," for all my Prison pals. "Oh oh! And some poptarts," I exclaim excitedly, "Anybody want one?"

For some odd reason everyone just stared at me.

Captain Crunch Munch looked ready to pop a vein, and I'm pretty sure turning that red means serious health problems.

"Do you mean to tell me that you could have done something to help Owens, but you DI…," she never finished because, well I didn't want to hear her talk.

"ACHOO!" sneezing sucks, not only that but… OH SHIT. I only sneeze when I smell cursed blood, even my own.

"Because you're 95 Kilos of Gutless white meat, and that is why you can't come up with a better plan!"

Uh oh TWK sounds pissed, wonder what Johns did to get her mad.

After escaping from the locker and gathering up the generator and tube-lights we trekked out into to the depths of darkness.

After a while I noticed that we circled over our tracks not once but twice…up no, thrice. Johns finally noticed and called a halt to our little parade.

"Why are we going over our tracks?"

"There is a canyon up a head and those creatures are swarming, waiting in ambush," I thought aloud. "They have tracked us ever since we first moved out, following us by *sniff* blood… ACHOO!"

"None of us are cut and I'm not bleeding," Crunchers told the men.

"Not you Her."

Everyone looked at me… and I proceeded to flick earwax at them.

"I'm sorry," Jack spoke up, "I thought if I acted like a guy everyone would leave me alone."

I tuned out the sob story and listened to the screeching echoes drifting out from the canyon. I didn't pay attention as Riddick and Johns slowly drifted ahead of the rest of the group, too busy shining my flashlights all around us to keep Creepies away.

Next thing I know is the snapping of a bone and the sound of a flare dying out.

End Chapter

Serin Sykes- yeah I know its been a while but I have rabbits hanging off my arms and gnawing on my ears, and I can barely get any thing out because of them. Anyways I hope this will tide y'all over for now.

Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive...