Survival Of The Fittest- Episode 1

George Collins ran helter skelter away from his uniformed pursuers, he had been on the run for about an hour, but his pursuers were no where to be found except for dots which signified their presence, George was a very long distance away from them but if he was to stop, they would catch up with him and if they got weak or very far away from him they might call for vehicular backup and that wasn't what he was wishing for himself. He had to be on the run to give himself some space ahead of them, but still had to make himself visible to them in the open desert so they wouldn't lose sight of him and get an airborne craft on his trail. George looked around his environment, searching for a suitable hiding place which could fit him perfectly or at least get him out of sight for the meantime. His mind slowly wandered away from his objective of a hideout, he began to think of his recent escape from the prison where he had been kept for drug trafficking. There had been other prisoners who escaped with him but the jailers had been trying to capture him because there was a huge 'wanted' price tag on him they won't allow any civilian to get. They also had to get him back or they could lose their jobs and unfortunately, their freedom in the open world.

George kept pondering on different thoughts until there were no more grounds for him to run on. He was on a slightly solid cliff which if he had to fall mistakenly from, that would be his last fall on earth. He lay flat on his stomach and looked underneath the edge of the cliff and found out he was on a ground hanging on air, but the ground that went crookedly down to earth was metres away from beneath the edge. Fortunately for him, he found a strong root of an old fallen tree hanging under the cliff, he picked up a stone with his left hand, then he crawled towards the edge, continuously checking if his right hand could reach the root, he finally successfully grabbed the root and pulled it with all his available strength but it kept hanging there without showing any effect of his pull. He gradually crept towards the root and then heard the heavy footsteps of the running jailers who were still far away from him, he gently pulled the tip of his feet which was on the cliff and it sped from the cliff to the open space below him, the hanging root shook vigorously and stopped, making him breath rapidly in fear while his heart began to beat faster. He waited for the jailers to come closer to the cliff and then he dropped the stone he had picked and it hit the below loudly at the speed of a bullet. Two jailers jogged to the area of the fall and laughed out loudly and then waited to see if his blood would ooze out from his body on the road below. They waited for sometime, encouraging each other by saying that his blood was still beneath his stomach. The jailer nearest to the edge pulled out his gun from his waist and held it on his right hand which he put out of the edge of the cliff as he bent down to take a closer look at the road below. George quickly grabbed the protruding gun from the jailer and shot him, then he pulled him down. He waited to hear the footsteps of the second jailer as he came closer to the murder scene, George guessed his location and released a bullet there and the jailer came down with a heavy crash that sent the part of the cliff that George was underneath down, George gave out a loud scream as he fell down and landed on a protruding part of the crooked cliff and was soon covered by dirts. Three more jailers came to the cliff and gazed down, they could see blood spills on the road and that was all they needed for them to go back to the prison take a vehicle through a short route down the cliff. This gave George time to find his way down and out of the area.