He had a little bit of trouble controlling his speed, however, and Abidigun’s back slammed against the painted cement a bit too hard, driving the breath from his lungs and sending a muffled thud into the night. There wasn’t anyone else that would patrol the night to keep his friends and family safe, not without him patrolling and armed for the danger.Ībidigun took a sharp breath, steeling himself before he dashed from cover and made his way over open ground towards the wall that surrounded the village. He just needed it to hold together a little longer. The weapon was held by cobbled together pieces of wood and metal Abidigun had salvaged over the years. The makeshift crossbow was held at the ready, string pulled taught over the bolt. ‘I can’t ever leave well enough alone, can I?’ His hands were slick with sweat in the humid night air of summer, clutching tightly to the wooden stock of his weapon. ‘ Not like me…,’ Abidigun thought to himself, breathing out a slight chuckle as he continued to scan the village. It would do no good to attract attention. Good, they were taking the threat seriously anyone with good sense was hunkered down inside with the lights off. Most of the lights were off and the buildings appeared deserted. Whipping himself around, he scanned his village before him. The motion was distracting, but his gaze dared not linger too long for a chance to see a much larger kind of movement. As his breath finally began to calm, his ears were able to pick up the sound of night insects chirping away as they always did, and he chanced a look around, popping his head out of the bush.īehind him stretched copses of trees, groups of shrubs, and grasses all blowing slightly in the wind. His family had called this village home for generations, back to his great-great-grandfather calling the same building home, but they were no longer safe there as a new type of predator stalked the trees.
His breath came in ragged gasps as he crouched within one of the many thick shrubs that surrounded the small painted walls enclosing many small homes and businesses. The only sound he could hear was that of his own heartbeat thudding within his ears. Sweat dripped from the tip of Abidigun’s nose. Written by: Terra Ray Southern Nigeria, 2028
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