The trails of Rockwell and George

Chapter seven

By Skronkmonster

The girl looked down at it and said “ thanks. Bye.” I was perplexed. “ we just saved your life. No comment?” I said. The girl looked over at us and said “ I have had my fair share of trusting people and it does not end well. Bye” she mounted her quetz. It was a fair creature. Red scales and yellow talons. It had a platform saddle too! “ Wait. Where are your parents?” Asked George “ on earth somewhere… they didn’t come with me.” She replied. “No tribe either?” I asked. “ My tribe got sacked by woolies!” She snapped “I’m the only survivor and they’re after me!”. I felt empathy for her. A little kid… all alone on the island. “ wait what’s a woolie?” Asked George. Suddenly the girl stopped. “ that’s a woolie.” She whispered as she pointed at a group of three men with clad flask armour and battle axes. They had a wooly rhino too. They looked tough. They were sniffing the air and suddenly they looked in our direction! We Were Hunted!