Lone Survivor is a book I have been working on for awhile. I think it’s about time I start positing it on here. Basically Lone Survivor is about:
Human looking people who are at least 80 feet tall appear on earth. Reports are they just appeared. No human knew where they came from, or why they were there. So natural reaction is to retaliate. Since humans could not "share" the plant the human existence is left to only one. One measly boy. From a young age he has been placed into different homes with giants. Each home has either "fostered" him for the money or free access to a family pet. At 14 he is going to his fourth home now. He is being told it's with a " nice" family out in the country. A giant couple with an eldest son.
So just like every home. He moves there, goes to school, oh, and maneuvers living with a family who is not event the same species or size. Let's see if this family will be different from all the others. He really doubts it.
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" Why! Just Why!?" Chesher shoved a handful of dirty and scrapped up clothing into a bookbag that he usually used for school. He didn't even attempt to fold or organize any of the clothing. He knew there was no point in going through any of his items. One of two things was bound to happen.
One, he would keep his already tattered up clothing because the caretakers wouldn't even give him new ones. They would tell him he had enough items already and that he would not be getting anything else, the heads of the family would not want to spoil him. Or there was option two. Option two was that the heads of the family would cast out his old items. Every last one of them, always stating the same thing.
" You don't need reminders about your past. This is a new life." Just the thought of this option made him gag. In reality, both the caretakers and he knew what that really meant. What it really translated to was " Get rid of those rags. You will not look like an outcast. You must fit in with your surroundings and your surroundings were----"
Chesher angrily grabbed a pair of pants he made holes in. He got angry one day and took scissors to them, making perfect in them. Honestly, he did this out of pure rage and defiance, but the style grew on him. He can't remember how many times Miss Garcia scolded him for having these...what did she say...Oh, yeah " Raggedy pieces of junk that just proved he was trash." Yeah, well now he wasn't only keeping them, he was also bringing them with him. Chesher gave the pants one look then bunched them up into a ball. There was only one thing left to do. He plunged the wadded up jeans into the bag and then pressed down on them with all of his strength to make sure they fit.
He marched across the room grabbing any little thing he owned, and then some. He knew he would eventually be back anyway so it wasn't stealing.
He marched over to his dresser contemplating if he should even take the trash with him too. Yeah, that would show them. He stole trash! He grabbed a single chip bag, the smashed alarm clock pieces, and a pencil, tossing them into his bag with very little care, when his eyes caught a shimmering gold object. The light streamed in through the opening of the window just right, so when he tossed the trash into the bag, the gold beam of light struck his eye just enough to catch his attention, breaking him from his trance.
Chesher cautiously approached, looking down as if the object was going to suddenly move if he got to close. Taking several small steps he finally reached his "packed bag" on top of his bed. He grabbed both sides of the bag and ripped them apart, making an opening big enough for his head just so he could reach in. Scrunched up against the side, about to fall to the bottom of the bag, was a golden locket. Before the precious yet tiny item slipped to be lost in the abyss, Chesher grabbed the chain, hoisting it out into the open. He watched as the chain of the locket twirled around in his hand reflecting even more light across his room like a disco ball. Quickly shielding it away from the world, with one hand, he wrapped the chain twice around the opposite hand and allowed it to dangle like it was a bracelet. " They are not getting this."
Tugging on it one more time to make sure it was secure, he proceeded to pack his bag in anger.
"Let's go Cheshire!!" He heard a loud voice from outside of his home. He knew they were not meaning to be so demanding, but that's how all giants were.
" I'm coming!... Plus its Chesher!"
" What?" the loud female voice asked sincerely. It's likely didn't even fully hear him from within the house.
Chesher grabbed his bag, swinging it around one shoulder, marching out of the house he currently was residing in. He knew it was time. " I said!... Nevermind." he knew it was no use to correct her. If she hasn't got his name right after living here off and on for six years then she never would.
" I'm ready." Standing in front of him was the kind, Miss Garcia, the woman who arranged for these families to take him. When he wasn't living with a family he was cared for by many staff, but she was the main one. Out of all the giants..No, he shouldn't call them that, their species are called Zuvain. She was the nicest he has ever come across. She was defiantly no Marry Poppins(TM) but she actually cared for him like a person. At this point, that is all he could ask for.
" Hey! I said I was ready." Chesher corrected the strap on his shoulder before it fell down, then waited patiently for the thirty-something woman to grab him.
Standing in his presence was a woman who was actually pretty short for a Zuvian. Most of their kind toward over his head at a whopping 80 feet, she was only 56 feet. Yes. I know what you are thinking. That is not short. Not at all. Even thinking about it Chesher couldn't tell the difference either. A giant was a giant, but if she stood by a regular-sized Zuvain then you could tell. It was like looking at a 5 foot 4 person standing next to a 3 foot 6 person. Big difference now.
In reality this woman didn't even look like she should work for the government. If Chesher saw this woman on the street he would assume she was an elementary art teacher, with her white shirt that was purposely stained with paint splatter, jeans, and dirty blond hair that was pulled back in a bun.
She finally noticed the tiny Chesher approach her on the surface, which to her it was just a table, but to him it was a sidewalk. Miss. Garcia gave him a kind smile and laid her hand down for him. " Are you sure? You don't have much?"
Chesher didn't even hesitate. By now he was so used to the size difference he didn't even flinch. He walked right on to her palm and sat down, crossing his legs and placing his bag in his lap. " Yeah well I'll be back anyway. I won't need much." In reality he didn't own much to speak of.
The boy instinctively grabbed onto any surface he could. The thought that the surface he was grabbing was soft skin should have freaked him out, but it didn't. He has figured out by now each giant had its own texture of skin and stride. If one thought about it...it was actually very fascinating. Each person he has ever lived with he could probably tell you who they were by the way they carried themselves and walked. Miss Garcia never really watched how fast she went. Chesher would never catch himself standing on her hand because she walked like a jerky eighty-year-old man. He tried standing before and he about fell off her hand because every step made vibrations travel through his body and fling him from side to side.
Miss Garcia looked down at the boy in her hand, instead of watching where she was going.
" Come on Cheshire I am telling you, this family will be the one. I have a really good feeling about them."
" Yeah well you said that about the last family and look where that got me." He looked up noticing the woman looking to the side in embarrassment.
" This one will be different. I promise. There is-"
" Yes. I know. I read the files to Darleen." Chesher rolled his eyes knowing he was getting a glare from the woman for using her first name. He then looked over her hand then back at her in confusion when he felt her suddenly stop her motion and clear her throat. " What?"
" Cheshire. You need to give them a chance. This family was really interested in meeting you."
" Yeah well I didn't meet them, they just adopted me. In human terms that is not allowed."
" Yeah well you are no longer in a human world anymore are you." Chesher looked down at that statement. It literally felt like she stabbed him in the heart just with that one sentence.
" Yeah don't remind me."
" Look, they are a very nice couple. From what the reports said they were not involved with the human war, neither of them were. They also live out in a remote area. Not many people within walking distance, so not too many of our kind to bother you."
" Or scream for help," he mumbled
Miss Garcia rolled her own eyes and continued to walk once more. " They are a couple who has one son at home right now."
" Great siblings. Cause that always worked out." This time Miss Garcia ignored his snarky comments and continued to talk.
" Now I will warn you he is about twenty years old. He graduated, attempted to go to College as you humans called it, but didn't really like it. The reports say he is currently living with parents to find his way in life. You know find a job, get a house, all of that."
" So basically I am going to a house full of adults and one is a drop out party boy. Great."
" Just give them a chance alright."
" Yeah whatever you say." Chesher looked to the side, tired of looking up and having this conversation. She seemed sincere but they had this type of conversation three other times now.
Miss. Garcia crouched down so she was closer to the ground. She then tilted her hand so he could easily slide down, without forcing him. " Look if you have any trouble just call me...alright?"
" Again that's what you said the last few times too." He grabbed his bag and slid off like she was requesting. He knew the procedure by now. He would wait for the giants outside of the building. Miss Garcia would stand off to the side that way if something did happen or they try to walk by she could step in, but he was on his own when meeting them. Chesher threw his bag to the ground and sat down on the concreate. " Great first impression they're ten minutes late" he replied stretching his neck and back a few times, looking up to the sky.
That's when a car that was about the size of the tallest skyscrapers drove up. He would never get used to things like this. When Zuvains started to take over they did not destroy everything. Some items they were intrigued by, they made versions their size like phones and cars.
In a rush, a couple who seemed to be in their early fifties stepped out of the vehicle. The father figured seemed to come out a bit too quickly, causing Chesher to stumbled back a bit, just to make sure he wasn't stepped on. Obviously he was in a hurry. Great, one of those that cared about time and appointments. Probably was the stricter one of the house. He then heard a female voice boom out that was even louder then Miss Garcia's. He didn't even think that was possible. " I told you to leave earlier! This was not how it was suppose to go!"
Chesher was honestly just trying to take in all of this within a few seconds. This was all too much. These two were more expressive then all of his past families combined. He looked from one person to the other in total confusion. That was when the last figure stepped out of the vehicle. Well more like fell out. Chesher assumed the door was stuck or something because it suddenly swung open causing the man inside to fall to the ground, the only thing stopping him was one hand grabbing onto the door and the other extending straight out to catch himself. " We are taking my vehicle next time." Chesher watched as the male stood up to his full height, slamming the door shut to make sure it closed all the way. This was the moment Chesher had to physically take a few steps back. This...well giant was the largest he has ever seen in his life. How could someone who was only twenty years old be this tall? He was a whole foot, maybe even two, taller than his parents. In human terms it was like looking at someone who was 6 foot eight compared to a regular 5 foot 6. This was not what he planned for.
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A chapter involving Chesher learing more about his family and most imporantly Travis. These two have a rocky relationship, but what do you expect.
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Chesher took a few steps back just marveling at the titan who...did he just fall out of the vehicle? The boy had to stand back up on his feet taking a few steps back to make sure there was some distance between him and this new Zuvain. In all truth, he couldn't take his eyes off of this man who was now supposed to be related to him. The guy had odd red hair compared to his parents. The head of the house male had brown, almost grey hair while his wife had blond curly hair that she obviously just brushed through and left laying. In all honesty his wife looked a lot younger then her husband, the only thing that distinguished her age were the few wrinkles around her eyes that could honestly be mistaken for lack of sleep.
His new brother honestly didn't have anything special about him besides his height and bright red hair that would have belonged to a human who lived in Ireland. Everything else was honestly pretty common. His hair was short, he wore typical blue jeans that had a hint of tater to them like he was just working outside. There were unrecognizable darker patches that were probably from mud or water. Chesher doubted anyone their size recognized the abomination attached to his pants. Of all things, the male wore a typical t-shirt. It was plain dark navy blue. Nothing else. It's probably supposed to be an undershirt that the guy just threw on.
Chesher looked straight in front of him and the last thing he noticed just made a shiver run up his spine. He wore work boots. Tan steel-toed boots. It looked like the man just skinned and tanned the hide just this morning. To patch up the whole ensemble, the boots were also covered in mud, but more distinguishable than the jeans. Just by the way the guy was dressed, Chesher could guess he was a hard-working man, definitely from out in the country.
Chesher watched as the head of the family walked over towards the younger man and helped him back up to a standing position by grabbing him from the shoulder. Such power. Such strength that he could never understand or have in this world. Not ever again. The father figure brushed off his hands while walking over towards Miss Garcia. "Let's get the formalities out of the way." His wife followed behind.
Chesher's eyes went wide. "Wait. Ummm you're just going to leave...me here?" he took a few steps towards the man he still didn't even know a name for.
Miss Garcia turned around herself to address the behavior of the young child. "I am just taking these two inside to get things signed and processed through. You'll be fine."
"But..."
The giantess gave a stern looked towards Chesher. "You will be fine. This will not take long." it was very evident she wanted him to remain outside for some reason.
The boy sighed lowering his head down to the ground. "Fine." He watched as all three Zuvain walked back into the building already discussing information about today. He sighed once more allowing hair to fall in his face. This was going to be a long day.
He turned around to once again grab his materials when he froze at the sight. The youngest male was still present. Now thinking about it only three did enter the building, for some reason the twenty-year-old stayed outside with him. In full view, the male was now crouching on the ground getting too close for comfort. Instead of grabbing for him though, he already had something in his hand. His bag.
"Hey! Back off. Now." At this very moment, it honestly didn't matter that this Zuvain was a titan or that they were alone. Why would this stranger have the gall to grab his property without asking? He marched over with his fists curled in on themselves like he was prepared to punch the guy. Chesher stood in front of the giant's boot with a stern look of dismissal. "I said back off and drop it."
The redhead raised his head a bit looking directly towards the human in his presence. He seemed to instinctually get lower by getting on his knees then slowly lower himself to sit on the concrete. It was very evident the guy didn't mind the ground or getting his clothes dirty, but he did seem to do one action Chesher wasn't used to from a Zuvain. He leaned backward like he was trying to get some distance between himself and the human. All figures he ever came across always tried to make themselves bigger or intimidating, sometimes not even meaning too. This guy...was trying his best to seem smaller? Even though with his enormous size, of course, it didn't work, but the kid had to admit the gesture was a nice change of pace.
"Look, kid. I wasn't going through your stuff or anything. Calm down. Just trying to help." he held the pack with only two fingers trying not to crush any items, but not realizing the bag was opening from his movements.
"Will you knock it off! You're going to lose everything I own...just...just put it down."
The Irish looking man slowly places the doll-sized bag on the ground, but with how he handled even setting it down, the zipper started to rip apart revealing the contents inside, some even started to spill out. With a "are you kidding me!" Chesher ran over to scavenge the few things that skidded across the concrete trying to make sure all items were accounted for.
He bent down to collect a comb when he felt a presence right beside his own. Slowly tilting his head to the side he wanted to so badly jump back and run. In his field of vision, the giant's hand was right next to him, trying to pick up a few items without crushing them in his ginormous and overbearing fingers. His instincts told him to get away, to get away from the ginormous being right beside him, but instead, he took a deep breath in and slapped the man's hand. "I will get it. Just back off will you?"
Like an animal reacting to a human's touch, the titan retracted his hand and placed it into his lap. " Sorry was just trying to help." Since the human didn't want any help he just leaned his head in a hand and observed his movements. "You're a jumpy little guy aren't you?"
Chesher rolled his eyes at just the sound of the titan's voice. He didn't even care what he said really just the noises coming from his vocal cords we're getting on his nerves. The only response he could think of since he didn't listen to the full statement, was another sigh. He didn't look up at the redhead and just picked the items up from the ground. "I don't need your help."
"Well, how is that a way to treat the one person who is trying to be nice. Plus where you're going you may need quite a bit of help from me."
"I can handle myself!" He abruptly stood up to give the intimidating man a staredown.
"Didn't say you couldn't, just stating a fact. I will have to say the elders of our kind have said you humans all looked so cute. It didn't matter who you were, and may I say they were right."
Chesher closed his fists one more time hearing the statement from the man. He could feel his own nails dig into his skin leaving marks, nothing to scar but only a stress reaction so he didn't flip out in front of him. The shivers ran up his spine just from anger and rage. "Look. All of you creatures." he looked directly up at the man just preparing to let all of his anger out and not hold back, but he noticed there was a smile on his face. Not one of intimidation or mockery. More like "I just accomplished something I wanted and I'm proud."
"Got you to listen to me with that statement, didn't I? Maybe you won't ignore me in the future?"
This was honestly one strange guy. He hadn't tried to grab him, intimidate him, well on purpose, and just seemed to want Chesher to talk to him. "Your a weird one aren't you?"
"I try to be." he tilted his head a bit giving a comforting smile towards the small one.
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He could feel every vibration of the instrument he was in. Even with his current surroundings being the hand of the twenty-year-old, he could feel the rickety tumblings of the tires against the pavement. Within the hour the couple came out of the building and announced to their son they were finished. Chesher told Miss Garcia his goodbyes, grabbed his bag, then looked towards the hand extended out to him. The titan still found ways to surprise him. He was so used to the giants just grabbing him, and he had the bruises to show proof of that. Cautiously, he climbed on with his only possession and forced his worries away. He just had to submit to the new "Families" power now. He honestly didn't have any other option.
This only lead to his new brother, he should probably learn his name, climbing in the back seat while holding Chesher to his chest. When he sat down he made sure to place the little guy on his lap like a child. It felt a bit demeaning, so he crawled over to the edge of the giant's leg, looking down. It wasn't that long of a drop. Slowly leveling his back so he could fall without damage, he jumped. There was no other choice he could make really. He tumbled onto the vehicle's bench seat with a roll. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have done that.
"You know, all you had to do was ask?" The redhead said watching the human with wide eyes. Chesher could tell he was a bit concerned with his reckless behavior, but in reality, if he thought that was reckless then the human was in for a world of trouble when he got to the house.
The human was brought out of his thoughts by the deep voice from the driver seat. "We honestly have about an hour drive back to the house. It's a small house out in the country."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I read the file just like you read mine." Chesher sat down on the cushioned surface, looking out the window the best he could. He could only make out what was in the sky or the tops of some items like telephone poles.
"Well, I doubt you have been at a place like this before. Country home, crops, we have horses, and even a dog"
"But don't worry about him. He'll be outside the whole time." The redhead chimed in.
"Yes. We couldn't really get a living arrangement for you so you will be sharing a room with Travis here for a time. Just until we can make arrangements that is."
Chesher assumes the twenty-year-old was the one he was talking about. So his name was Travis. He would have to remember that.
"Well I hate to ask mister but I didn't exactly get your name or your wife's."
"My apologizes." The head of the house said just barely looking behind him to get a good look at the human. "Names Sam and my wife's name is Bernice. Just call us whatever you feel comfortable calling us though." He immediately readjusted his head so he was looking out at the road.
Chesher sat in silence trying to take in everything. He has done this a hundred times, or at least it felt like, yet this time felt different. That scared, yet comforted him. Such conflicting feelings struggling for power. He didn't even know how to get used to this. The only thing he could tell himself was this will all change. Give them a few days and one of them will harm him. Just like the others.
He suddenly felt his body being lifted off of the cushion. He felt his feet dangle into the air and the protection of a surface underneath him leave. He frantically looks around at all sides. He knew this feeling all too well. The one referred to as Travis had plucked him up by his clothing and brought him into the air. Chesher knew all too well what to do. Instead of fighting and thrashing about, he grabbed the collar of his shirt to make sure it didn't cut off his circulation. Holding on with both hands, his feet dangled and kicked back and forth. He knew this would eventually happen, he just didn't think it would be so soon with how he was acting earlier.
Chesher then he felt his feet land on top of a hard surface. He moved his left foot back and forth, making sure it was a real surface and not just a trick of his imagination. He then felt the pressure from his shirt being pulled on released and quickly pulled his shirt down, looking all around. He stopped thrashing when his face meets that of the window.
"You're a lot jumpier then you try to portray yourself as. I was just placing you on the windowsill. Probably a better view from here than down there, especially since there is no giant blocking the view."
"Well warm me next time! And don't ever handle me like that again!" Chesher covered up his mouth as soon as it came out and turned his head to view the window. He couldn't bear to see the titans face after he just yelled at him. That's when the land came into view.
The human placed both hands against the glass and peered out. Before him were brown and green fields. Like that of meadows in a storybook. He could feel the vehicle suddenly pull off from regular pothole pavement to a dirt road. It went from smooth with some bumps, to a gravelly and jittery surface. He honestly had to slowly walk across the window sill with his arms out to make sure his balance didn't get the best of him and then clung to the edge just so he had something to grab.
He momentarily looked behind him towards Travis. He slowly extended a finger to show a gesture of goodwill and say I can help.
"Just back off." the boy remarked. He saw Travis shrug and retract his hand, but noticed a smirk was still present on his face. He could tell the redhead was trying not to laugh at the human's expense right now, but he did decline his help.
Chesher turned back around, still clinging to the side of the window, and watched as the house came into view. It was smaller than most Zuvain homes. It honestly just looked like an exact replica of a human country home. White with brown shingle roof. There was a small porch upfront, well small for them. He looked behind the house and noticed a cornfield, though he wasn't sure of that belonged to them or not. He was just surprised it was corn. The Zuvain didn't transfer many human foods to their size, it was too complicated. Then to tie the Homy feeling altogether, there was a barn that was left open with another vehicle parked in the front that looked like it was currently being worked on.
"Welcome home."
Second chapter done!!!! If you have any qustions for me or my OC’s I would love to hear them. My asks and inbox is always open. I am making a tag list so let me know if you want added for this story. There will be more!!!
