Sunday, December 9, 2012
100 Words a Day 121
When he awoke he found himself on an unfamiliar world. Looking up through the canopy of strange vegetation he saw the lurid green sky. He inhaled the putrid air of the rotting vegetation, and began coughing as the miasma irritated his lungs. After recovering, he crept through the alien jungle. It was full of unfamiliar sounds, creaks and calls that were totally foreign to him. He looked around, searching for anything that might be a threat, plant or animal. He tried to avoid touching anything around him, but the leaves that brushed his clothing left an oily, sticky residue behind.