This choice: One of the joggers kicks the car sending it into the from yard of a house • Go Back... To Scott everything happened in a jumble. He remembered this wall of white rubber filling his rear view mirror, a sudden jarring impact, tumbling through the air....and then nothing. For a brief moment before everything went away he recalled thinking is this death? He was more than a little surprised when he regained conscious, and almost immediately wished he hadn't. For with consciousness came pain. The car, what was left of it anyway, was upside down. The roof was almost completely crumpled at one end, the passenger side thankfully. He hung upside down from the seat belts that held him in place. He could taste blood. When he was sure nothing was broken, well nothing major like his limbs or spine, he felt his face. His hand came back red with blood. The airbag had deployed and busted his nose. He didn't think it was broken. His head ached. He hoped that wasn't the result of a concussion, or internal injuries. If he did he'd be screwed, hell he' might still be screwed if he didn't get out of this wreck.
Scott undone the seatbelt and crawled out of what was left of his car. His body hurt all over but he was alive. Then he saw what was left of the car. There was nothing about that hunk of mangled wreckage that could identify it as a car, and he survived that? He looked back into the gap he crawled out of, just to be sure his body wasn't still in there. Did he believe in ghosts? Well he just got kicked by a five hundred foot tall woman. At this point he'd believe in anything!
Confident that he was still in the flesh, He looked at his surroundings. He was in the jungle of manicured front lawn. He knew that because just beyond the jungle of grass he could see a green two story house. He decided then It would be his goal.
To say he wasn't frightened by the idea of being in a house of giants would be a lie. But he knew the truth, and the truth was that If he stayed where he was he was as good as dead. He could still die in there, but he figured the odds of survival would be better. A quick check of the wreck told him there was nothing to salvage, so he made his way toward the house. It was rough travel for the first half hour, then he came across a stone path that led directly to the front door. It made travel easier and faster than traversing through the lawn. He was prepared to leap into the grass however the second he saw a bird or some other predator.
It didn't take long for it to occur to him though that getting into the house would be a colossal problem. Couldn't very well open the door or crawl under it. He certainly couldn't knock on the door and invite himself in. Then providence smiled upon him once more.
Scott was suddenly aware of voices. Laughter, conversation, that was coming from a distance but was getting louder. Not long after the ground began to tremble with the impact of footsteps. Looking behind him he spotted them coming into his view. Three giantess. From their physical appearance Scott judged that they were all related. Sisters probably. One was, rough guess, about 17. The middle one was 14 or 15. The youngest was probably 11 or 12. They approached, blissfully unaware of their tiny observer. With the earth shaking around him, Scott noticed the youngest wore sand shoes, more importantly they were untied and the laces flopped onto the ground with every step.
A quick foolish plan began to develop in Scott's mind. Timing would have to be perfect. If her footstep was too far away he wouldn't be able to grab a lace, too close and he could end up stepped on.
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