Trackers

amart29 (68)in #esteem • 5 years ago

Greetings to everyone, the following story was inspired by the digital art of @xpilar, I invite you to visit his blog. The picture that motivated this story is the following.

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Trackers

In the middle of that thick jungle it would be difficult for trackers to find him, but if he remained still for a long time it was inevitable that they would ayeasen him.

He ran through the jungle, pushing away the dense undergrowth with the shock staff. In the visor of his goggles, there were projected a series of indications of the route to follow, to arrive at destiny, only about seven kilometers separated him of the goal. At that same moment, no less than ten kilometers away from different locations in the jungle, the trackers started the race.

The five trackers, unlike Peter, did not know what the goal was, their only purpose was to catch him and prevent him from reaching his destination. They did not have any technological resource that would allow them to locate their prey, they relied only on their acute senses and physical skills.

After about forty minutes of knocking down plants, making way for sticks, the indicator on his visor indicated that he was less than two hundred meters from the arrival, the route had taken just over an hour and the trackers were not yet in sight.

He passed in the middle of a muddy terrain and his boots, made of carbon nanotubes, began to sink into the mud, if he did not recover his speed he would be an easy prey. He activated the repellents on his boots, to counteract the suction of the mud, when he heard a scream about ten meters behind him in the middle of the treetops.

With the repellents activated, he began to run again, with the greatest possible effort, he managed to get out of the mud, at the moment in which to his right a capture net passed flying a few centimeters from him, he was on the point of being caught, practically without seeing back he ran like a soul carried by the devil, giving sticks right and left to remove whatever got in his way.

He continued running while listening to the screams of the trackers that harassed him from the trees, thanks to the thick vegetation he managed to save himself from another three meshes. The goal was a few meters ahead, in the middle of a clearing, only about twenty meters apart, which had to run on clear terrain, completely exposed.

He took a long breath and started the race, tried to describe a curve in his career, thinking that he could avoid the mesh of the trackers, about five meters a mesh fell on his back and head, fortunately the counterweights did not become entangled in his feet, and managed to cross the finish just before falling to the ground, by the effect of the repulsors of the mesh that pushed him to the ground.

He had achieved it, he had finished the race, the trackers had not been able to stop him before crossing the finish line, he turned around and sat down in the mesh, in the trees, he could see the trackers, three of them, swaying in the branches between shrieks, he had never seen them so annoying.

It was a kind of ape descendants of the ancient orangutans, which had been genetically designed to have the sharpest senses of sight, hearing and smell of all mammals, had been developed with the intention of working with the army in missions of exploration and search in jungle environments, this was not an exercise for Peter, on the contrary, it was a training for trackers, who on this occasion had failed their mission.

Text of @amart29 Barcelona, Venezuela, July 2019

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