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Project: Purple Book. USS Essex Incident, Continued.
February 5th, 1964
"So... to recap, you found yourself on this... other world. Have you told anyone but us about this? The rescue crew? Anyone?"
Special Agent Warren said, using his hands to enhance his meaning before falling back into the metal folding chair that he was sitting in, and folded his arms. This wasn't something new to him, to be honest. After the incident that propelled Flores to fame, the government panicked. Magic was proven real, and it was terrifying. In an attempt to keep the secret from the public, Project Purple Book was created.
"Uh, no sir. I-... Well, I didn't think anyone would believe me. Also the fact that I basically was just instantly brought here."
Harris said, looking at Special Agent Warren.
"Alright, carry on then."
Harris had completed his shelter, something he wasn't too proud of, but it was something. He had used his parachute to create a sort of canopy, something to protect him from the elements. He also had eaten a C-ration that he found in the survival kit. He saw something that looked like berries on a bush just on the outskirts of the crash sight, but he didn't want to risk any death just yet.
Harris leaned back against a tree, cleaning his 1911. In his mind he was listening to a song written in 1954. He began muttering the words.
"One o'clock two o'clock three o'clock rock... five six seven......."
He continued to sing, the pace of it dropping off. He had heard movement behind him. He started to put the 1911 back together, in his haste slipping up slightly. His hands fumbled as he tried to put the disassembly pin back in, causing him to almost drop it. Once it was in, he inserted his Magazine and racked it with a
CHAchink. He then backed up from the tree, 1911 in his right hand, pointing to the ground as he backed away from the noise slowly.
He tried to catch a glimpse of the creature that he had heard. When he did, he stood and stared in awe, petrified by fear. What he now lay eyes upon was a grotesque thing, like a purple weasel the size of two men in length and the height at waist level. It was hairless, it's sharp and jagged teeth bared as it let out a blood curdling type of growling breath.
It took a step forward, inspecting Harris while in a stalking position. Another step. It was slow, deliberate. Harris figured it could be soon him in seconds. The realization broke his paralysis, as he raised his 1911, it's blued metal sights lining up with the thing. Another step forward. Harris thought to himself
one more step and I'll blow the bastard away.
He eased his finger onto the trigger, and waited. Another step. He ripped sharply back on the trigger, not even noticing the recoil as the hammer sank the firing pin into the primer, throwing a .45 caliber hunk of lead and copper out of the barrel. He heard the creature shriek in pain, and saw as it scampered back into the Woods.
Relief came in a wave. He dropped the pistol to his side, before collapsing onto his knees. He let out a heavy and deep sigh before coming back to his feet and walking back to his fire. That night he didn't sleep at all. He knew it was watching, it was out there. It was going to kill him, unless he killed it first.
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