Alright heres chapter 7. Could you guys all tell me what you think please? Oh and thanks Kaimana.
Chapter 7
That night was my first night in a comfy bed ever sience all of this began. I could hear Chris still making jokes to
Tom about Tac in the next room. But eventually the candal light from their room faded and the onle light to keep me
company was that of the legenday Mudokon moon shining through my window. I had heard many stories about that
moon... how it was formed, what it ment, and why it was made in the first place. All of them where rumors of course.
But one story kept coming to mind as I lay in my bed. I wasn’t quit sure if this was true or false but it was intriuging.
It was the one about the night that Abe (the suposed Mudokon Terrorist) escaped from Rupture Farms. It was said
that after he got past a group of Slogs gaurding the premissis that he looked up into the night sky for the first time
and saw the moon. As he looked at this he put up his paw, turned into a bat and flew away. Im not quite sure which
part is true and which part isn’t but it did kinda remind me of the situation that we where now in... together.
The next thing I knew I was waking in a cold sweat screaming. Chris and Tom came running in, both with guns
loaded and ready.
“What the hell happened?” Chris yelled
Tom just ignored me and started searching the room, first he looked under my bed then he quickly moved to the
cubbord.
“I- I had a dream.” I said as Tom then moved his search to the closet infront of my bed.
“Thats it?” Chris asked angerly.
“Yeah, it was about Pompo... he was being hung by some Glukkons.”
“Well, it was just a dream. Now get back to bed, were going to have to get some more supplys tomorrow.”
“Yeah, ok.” I said as I stared to the end of my bed.
By now Tom had finished his search of my room and was already getting back into bed. I just started to breath
heavaly as I layed back down.
“Hey, its ok he died peacfully.” Chris finished off by saying goodnight then turned around and left the room.
Chris was right, he died peacfully and now he had nothing more could hurt him. With that thought I quickly fell back
to sleep.
The next moring I was awoken by sunlight streaming through my window and the sound of birds chiping out side. I
could hear Chris and Tom in one of the other rooms trying to make breakfast. Chris was yelling at Tom for burning
the eggs and spilling the juice. As I entered the room Chris was still yelling at Tom waving a spatula around in the air
with an apron that said - Kiss the Cook-. I laughed as I read that.
“Where’d you get that?” I asked curiously
“And I thought we where outta food!?’ I asked even more curiously
“You know this little junk heap is amazing, they have there own little downtown here.” Chris said as he put down the
spatulla.
“Hmm, interesting.” I said as I noticed that Chris and Tom had managed to buy the village newspaper.
I imediatly began reading it as I sat down and waited for breakfast to be ready. Chris had begun yelling at Tom again
for doing somthing else wrong but I wasn’t really paying attention, I was reading a story on the retirement of the
village chief, Tac, that was to come in a few more days. But halfway through the artical I was ruddly interupded by
Chris.
“ You know you could help us with the breakfast here!?”
“ Yeah I know.” I said as I countinued to read the paper.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see with his arms on his waist staring at me, as Chris stared I could just barly see
Tom in the background of Chris continuing to try to make breakfast, but I could tell it was to no avail. As I
countinued on with my story Chris seemed to forget about me and go back to the breakfast.
“ What are you doing you idiot!?” Chris yelled as he realized that Tom had complicated our breakfast problems even
more.
I just grinned and told myself that today was going to be a great day...