Coughing, choking your nose is on fire, your throat now feels raw. A panic look around your need is for water. A cool drink to wash the black spores from nose and mouth would be so right.
Then its there, below the hill and running like the wind you make for that cool refreshing water.
Little do you know or think that the movement and physical exercize makes the Spores work mircles.
Splash, you hit the water face first as it's wet coolness refreshes.
Blubber, blubber you drink in the water and even sniff it up the nose to clear those ugly black spores. Then a deep seeded desire to roll into the bubbling brook and in seconds your total body is awash.
Floating down stream gives such feeling of peace and joy you forget just how far the current is moving you along. At last you think of your discarded clothes and look to the far distant hills.
A look about has you floating along but now in open pasture land. Swimming to the shore one looks about as being naked brings its feeling of shame in the human world.
Ah but the area your in now looks less like humanity was ever there. Indeed it look almost prehistoric, and a little apprehension makes the heart beat faster.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, something big is coming and your not dressed for the occasion. You cringe beside a fallen tree as what comes out the bushes nearby is one huge Chicasauris. It's got to be thirty feet tall and weight over ten tons as it makes the ground shake with every step.
The sour tastwe of the Spores still clings to the back of your mouth but you must hide or be eaten. The giant creature walks over to be only a few feet away as now your scared to die.
It steps over your cringed position and stands there moving not a muscle. Your fear wells up but it is made worse as the stench of a prehistoric fart tells of falling Chicasauris Shit.
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz oh what a stench this crap is!
In seconds your burried deep in a 200 pound heap of Chicasauris shit. If that is not terrible enough the strange girgling sound from inside the stomac says some crap got inside your mouth.
You can't hold your breathe any longer and jumping up through the sticky tan colored creme comes a pretty blonde spitting out crap.
The monster has moved away and now you are again alone as a bath seems right for the moment. Jumping into the brook again its water is cooler for some reason but you splash about cleaning off the sticky stuff.
"Ouch!" a leg cramp in the calf of your leg! Then another in the other leg as both cramps work up the leg and into your thighs. Pain turns to pure agony as they do not relax but keep surging more and more pain.
Then if that isn't enough your stomac crawls and belchs up tan colored Chicasauris shit. Out it comes but with a red bloody color added to it's tan yucko.
The leg pains calm down to a major ache but then comes a blinding headache that make you fall onto the brooks edge out cold.
Moaning and groaning you begin to awaken, voices nearby bring back the fear of being seen naked. You cringe down near the brookside but feel that ache in your guts.
As night comes you can not stay there but need to go back and find your clothes. Walking the brook along back toward those flowered hills you stop here and there to sample some of the green leaves.
Munching the flora makes you wonder why the urge is so strong till by chance from the light of that moon above your reflection in the brook lets you know what happened.
Large round eyes peer back from the slow flowing water's surface. Hands try to come up and touch but just can't make the move. You look up and scream a terrorized thought, the screaching sound even frightens you!
At last the hills come closer but as you waddle toward the flowered field a man dressed in police security unifrom steps in front of you.
"YOu can't go there!" he says as much as an order as a request.
"Squawk, squeek squawk!" comes out as you thought to ask why not but it was coming out all wrong.
"Chicasauris, changling I'd say! Stepped in some of their virus infested crap and look at you now, I see one sexy female Chicasauris!" said the Guard.
You now take an inventory of what you are and maybe why you waddle when walking. Pink feathers from head to thigh! Yellowish orange legs and three toes feet with six inch talons. Arms changed as they now serve to become wings and you feel lost.
"Go, go on back there and if you feel unworthy to be a sex Chicasauris bird then make your complaint to one of the security people in that sector!" ordered the Guard as you turn to waddle back in time to when creatures like you florished.