Friend or Foe
There it was again. He was sure he heard it. “Hello? Who is there?”
He remembered his pistol in his coat, he didn’t reach for it. It might provoke whoever was calling to him. He squints his eyes, he can’t see anyone. Maybe in the trees. Could be those tribals the folks at the pier mentioned.
He felt silly and a little spooked, to tell the truth, standing there talking to himself.
“Come on out?” he didn’t mean for those last words to sound so lacking in confidence, it just happened. He took a breath.
He was asking for him to come out? Lurk balked. The person didn’t seem heavily armed, or armored, for that matter, but he could still be dangerous. Then again, he’d dealt with more intimidating foes before.
Pushing himself up, he dragged his heavy body from the thicket of plants, standing tall. He put his large hands up in a peaceful, open gesture, taking a few steps in the man’s direction, “I am, ah, not armed.”
His eyes widened in terror as it rose up from the plantlife. He quickly backed himself onto the the nearest tree, kicking his legs as though trying to push himself through the tree. He forgot his about his pistol completely. He screamed.
“Ah-” Lurk froze in place- the man was obviously frightened, so he didn’t take a step further. This wasn’t the worst reaction he’d ever had though, usually he’d have been shot at by now.
“You may want to quiet,” he tried to reason, “You will ah, bring bad people.”
