"Oh for God's sake. When can I get a break?" Well. I have ran quite a distance in a short span of time. Am I really that young at the age of 41? That is very disturbing, although being a snake beats that.

So, you may be wondering why that line. I was walking down the road toward Swells, panting and wishing I had taken my bottle of water with me - I lost it about a week ago, and I haven't been doing well since. Anyway, the tremors subsided, but I knew that wasn't a natural earthquake. (I think visiting a nephew in Christchurch gave me earthquake senses.) If anything, I could feel the 'direction' of it. I turned my head to my right, and swore loudly. You don't need to know what I said, but you did have to know my reaction; it would give a better perspective of the situation if you didn't know what was going on. "I run all day tryin' to save one man's life... for this crap?" I sounded rather calm, if not grumpy. I would motor again, but I was very tired and there were limits.

I stood my ground, and flicked my rifle's sash off me, letting it dangle as I fumbled for the handle and pulled it over my shoulder. Feeling the wood, I slipped my scaly fingers on the grip, leaving one on the trigger.

"Huh. At least I won't be alone when I die." I spoke to myself, viewing what was going on through my scratched scope. My crosshairs blurred as I tried to keep still, getting glimpses of a bird, cat, some other things... and a giant mole. No wonder the earthquakes. I'd shoot, but chances are that I'd end up hitting something different to the mole.