The Extinct

by Victor Methos

  Eric watched as the doe became sluggish. It seemed disoriented and began running in a wide circle. The men were walking casually a few dozen yards behind it. The doe neighed and shook its head vigorously as it spun around, bucking and kicking. It stopped abruptly, watching the two men, and then fell to the ground with a loud squeal. The men approached and one took out a long blade. He grabbed the animal by the head and slit its throat. The blade was too dull to do it in one or two motions so he had to saw at the animal’s neck until blood began to pour into the dry earth.

  The rest of the men gathered around the dying creature. Tuu’ brought out a small bowl from a pouch and held it underneath the stream of blood. He brought the bowl to his lips and tilted his head back, guzzling with obvious pleasure. He refilled the bowl and passed it around to the other men.

  They drank their fill until the animal had died and then sat around him. Tuu’ closed his eyes and began a chant that Eric thought sounded like a prayer. The men appeared serene as they joined in, their faces calm with blood stained lips. Tuu’ began rocking back and forth as if in a trance. He opened his eyes suddenly and was looking directly at Eric. His eyes were distant and unwavering, like two gems set in his skull. He turned around as the other men chanted louder and slit the creature’s belly, thrusting the bowl into the wound and filling it once more with dark blood. He rose and walked over to Eric and William.

  Tuu’ offered up the bowl to William first. William looked to Eric and then to the bowl. The blood wasn’t as thin as it was right after the kill. It was syrupy and almost a dark purple. William took the bowl with both hands, and put it to his lips. He lowered it after a second and handed it to Tuu’.

  It was Eric’s turn next. He took the blood and looked down into the bowl. He could see his reflection, wavy and indistinct in the daylight. Bringing the bowl up, he took two deep swallows.

  The blood was warm, almost hot. It tasted like rancid meat and had a thick, slimy texture. It had already congealed a bit and he had to chew the last portion and swallow.

  Eric tried to hand the bowl back to Tuu’ as vomit spewed forth and over his shirt. Eric kneeled down and started puking bile and deer blood. The smell of the concoction made him doubly sick and he dry-heaved; his stomach empty.

  William’s eyes widened and his hand reached for the rifle that was slung across his shoulder. He couldn’t be sure that such an insult wasn’t an executable offense. But Tuu’ just stared, and eventually his eyes softened. He smiled and began to laugh. His laugh was deep and took over his whole body. Leaning his head back, he exposed small white teeth and a light pink tongue. The other men saw what was happening and they too began to laugh.

  “I don’t think they find you very manly,” William said.

  “How the fuck did you drink that?” Eric said, gagging.

  “I didn’t, I just put it to my lips.”

  Eric looked at him banefully and then dry-heaved again.

  CHAPTER

  50

  The kill was hauled back to a small encampment near a hill. As night fell, the bushman lit an enormous fire in a pit the women had dug out with their hands. They stabbed sharpened sticks through the meat and cooked it over the pit until it was crisp. Tuu’ gave their guests the biggest portions of meat.

  The food was good, a bit like sweet spicy beef. Eric ate two large slabs quickly and felt sick afterward.

  The bushman were kind to the point of being flawed. There was enough meat to go around this time but Eric had a feeling that even if there wasn’t they still would’ve given the biggest portions to them.

  After the meal the group sat around in a circle in front of Tuu’ as he spoke. His speech was peppered with noises and hand motions and the group was fully entertained. Their attention never wavered from him. Not to the bright glowing moon or the shimmering stars blanketing the sky. They seemed to have an ability to focus completely on what they were doing at any particular moment.

  Eric watched Tuu’ with a sense of wonder. The way he moved and spoke reminded him of some ancient shaman, sitting around a cave telling his tribe about the wonders of the world outside.

  Just behind Tuu’, in Eric’s peripheral vision, he saw movement.

  It wasn’t much at first; just a blurry streak. Then Eric made out a moving shape. It looked like it was moving slowly but as his eyes adjusted he saw that it was traveling from a great distance through the grass and barreling toward them at incredible speed.

  “No!” Eric shouted as he jumped to his feet.

  Before the tribe could respond the beast bit down on Tuu’. The flesh on his shoulder and back tore as he let out a scream and was dragged backward into the night. It was hard to make out much more than the head of the creature, but it was massive. Its eyes glowing a faint red in the darkness. Tuu’ flew backward into the bush as easily as a leaf being blown by the wind. He was dragged fifty feet in a couple of seconds and disappeared. His screaming didn’t stop but slowly dimmed to nothing, like a passing ship in the night sea.

  William was running past the fire and into the bush. He leapt over some thick shrubbery and continued sprinting, the thorny vegetation tearing at his clothes and skin. There was a trail in the dirt where Tuu’ had been dragged. It went into the tall grass about a hundred feet and then stopped near a dark circle. William bent down and touched the circle; it was wet and had a coppery smell. There was no sign of the man other than one of his small leather pouches. William picked it up.

  He searched for paw prints to follow but could find none. Before long, he realized it was hopeless and began walking back.

  A thought struck him as he made his way back to the fire; the tribesman didn’t help. Some of it was the speed and surprise of the attack of course, but even after that, they didn’t do anything. He approached them now and they still sat in the same positions, looks of terror across their faces. The only ones that had moved were the women who had encircled one of their younger members that was weeping. Perhaps Tuu’s’ wife, William thought. He handed her the small pouch, and walked over to Eric.

  “We need to leave,” William said.

  “What? Now?”

  “We’re a danger to these people, Eric.”

  “How? That thing could’ve attacked—”

  “That animal’s following us. These people aren’t safe while we’re with them. They’re clearly brave but none of them ran after that thing. They’re either scared to death of it or think it’s some deity or something. Either way, we need to get outta here.”

  CHAPTER

  51

  Eric and William had walked through the night and well into the day. They’d made their way past the valley, over a small hill, and into another valley.

  Quick moving gazelles darted around in front of them, the small animals stopping to graze every so often. Roars of the big cats were constantly echoing in the distance and the trumpeting of elephants sometimes followed. There was a small river along their path and they rested for what seemed like hours, dousing themselves in the brown water. William made a fire and they boiled the water in William’s flask before drinking. It was warm and tasted like mud, but they drank two full flasks each before they felt sick and bloated from the dirt that was mixed with it.

  Eric took off his shirt and lay in the wet dirt of the riverbank. His head was spinning and he wasn’t able to think clearly. His thirst satisfied, he now turned his attention to hunger. “Can we get anything to eat?”

  William sat on the bank. “I saw some berries on a tree but I can’t be sure they’re not poisonous. I guess we could try and hunt something.”

  “What? Like a gazelle?”

  “They’re fast, but not impossibly fast.” He stood up, walking to the river and dousing himself with as much water as he could. He slicked his hair back with his hand and grabbed his rifle. “I’ll be back soon.”

  Eric felt as if he should follow, but he couldn’t move. His muscles were so fatigued they had started to spasm and his back had seized up, causing him to le
an to the side in pain. He covered his eyes with his hands, trying to keep out the blazing sun but it still slipped through his fingers in a glowing red.

  Soon, he was alone with the sun above him, the wet dirt underneath him, and the flowing river in front of him. The rushing waters sounded hypnotic; making him doze off and fall into a dreamless sleep.

  A low grumble woke Eric. It sounded like a diesel engine starting in water. Eric looked up and saw the cracked gray-green scales of a large crocodile.

  The croc was watching him patiently from the water, slowly drifting his tail back and forth as he made his way to the riverbank. His eyes were sticking out above the surface but the rest of the animal was submerged.

  Eric tried to stand, fighting the resistance of his back. The croc kept a slow pace. Eric was about to turn and run when he heard a loud hiss. Behind him was another croc, though smaller than the one in the river. It had soundlessly come out farther down the bank and crept behind him. It was standing motionless except for its open mouth.

  Eric ran and the croc charged. The larger croc was now out of the water and giving chase. The smaller one lunged and bit down on Eric’s calf. He screamed and collapsed on the ground. His calf felt like it was being crushed, the pressure sending waves of pain up his leg. The larger croc was nearly to him, moving in a purposely lazy stride.

  The smaller croc began to pull with a ferocious strength, trying to get his meal back into the water. Eric tried to hold himself steady by clawing at the sand but the croc was too strong and soon he was waist deep in water. The croc began to twist his body and Eric was violently spun in the water, slamming his head into the riverbank as the croc tried to tear off his leg. He screamed as the larger croc moved in, its jaws open as it now lunged at his head.

  The larger croc snarled and then retreated quickly into the water behind him.

  The smaller croc let out a screech. Blood sprayed over Eric and the pressure on his leg went slack.

  Eric only saw darkness at first. He thought the croc had bit him in the face but when he didn’t feel pain, he recognized that the darkness was a shadow cast over him.

  The creature was colossal. Muscles rippling under gray fur. It stood as large as a horse but twice as thick and with large, powerful legs. The animal had its head in the organs of the smaller croc, which had been bitten in half, and swallowed the entrails. It picked up half the creature in its mouth and trotted a few feet away before dropping it on the ground and beginning to feed again.

  Eric watched it eat. It lapped at the blood first, staining its face a dark red. It didn’t seem to chew, just tear and swallow. Within seconds, that part of the croc was almost gone.

  Eric moved as silently as he could, holding his breath. He pulled apart the limp jaws of the croc around his leg and slid up the soft dirt of the riverbank. Getting to his hands and knees, he began to crawl away from the creature and into the grass.

  He froze. A growl had come from behind him. He slowly turned his head. The creature had finished half the croc and was eating the other half. The large croc was now on the other side of the river, silently watching the creature.

  Eric got to his feet and ran. The grass whipped the bare skin on his torso and face and each step shot a surge of pain up his back. He ran until his lungs burned and he was out of breath, pain in his side making him nearly double over. The grass was thick and he didn’t feel like his arms had the strength to keep pushing it away from him. Eventually he just barreled his way through, the vegetation scratching and scraping his tender flesh.

  Something grabbed him and he yelled and turned, hitting his foot on a rock and collapsing onto his back. William stood above him, surprise on his face as he leaned down to calm him.

  “What is it?” William said. “What’s going on?”

  Eric was out of breath and couldn’t speak. He just pointed to the riverbank and William glanced back toward it and stood up. He checked the chamber on his rifle.

  “Stay put,” he said.

  Eric grabbed his pant leg. “Guns won’t do anything.”

  CHAPTER

  52

  Night came again over India and the darkness was always accompanied by a new wave of sounds. Insects and animals that slept during the day were now coming out and into the fresh night air in search of food. Life itself seemed to grow louder on the Andhra Pradeshn plains when the sun went down. As if some creatures served only the moon.

  Jalani sat next to a small fire she’d made from dried bark and twigs, sharpening her hunting knife with a smooth stone. Another fire was built a couple yards away and Douglas lay in front of it, drunk as he was every night, Sandra sitting next to him. They were laughing and telling stories and Sandra would put her hand on his shoulder when he said something particularly witty. Eventually, she began rubbing his arm as he told a long story of his time in New Zealand whale hunting.

  Jalani didn’t like it. Sandra’s husband was out risking his life; it was disrespectful. But it was not her place to say anything. In her culture, a woman could be executed for adultery. But she knew that in Western cultures it was quite common.

  She thought of Eric and worry began to gnaw at her. It was not her intention to like or even get to know him. But he had innocence about him that she found intriguing. It felt like she wanted to throw her arms around him and protect him from the world.

  Dr. Namdi came and sat down next to Jalani, two cups of tea in his hands. He handed one to her and stretched out his legs before the fire.

  “You look sad,” Jalani said.

  “I could not save a boy tonight. His infection spread too fast. I just told his mother he was dead.”

  “Nothing is easy.”

  “No, nothing is.” Namdi looked over to Sandra and Douglas. “You know, her husband is a holy man but I think he will still kill the fat one when he returns.”

  Jalani smiled. “If he returns.”

  “You do not think Thomas will kill this animal?” Namdi asked.

  “He will.”

  “It is not like other animals I have seen.”

  “Thomas is not like other hunters.”

  Namdi took a sip of his tea, letting it trickle down the back of his throat before speaking. “He has a reputation for being stubborn.”

  “He is stubborn. Especially with hunting.”

  “Why?”

  “Did you know he was married once?”

  “No, I did not.”

  “A girl from Johannesburg. They were married in Tsavo by a bushman priest.”

  “Were you there?” Namdi said.

  “No, he told me one night as we were traveling by ship to Cyprus and he was drunk. It was the same date as his marriage.”

  Namdi smiled. “Do mean anniversary?”

  “Yes, it was their anniversary. He told me about his wife.”

  “What happened to her?”

  “They were camping with many people in Nyanza and she went out to gather wood for the fire with another woman. They came too close to a pride and a lioness attacked them and she was injured. The other woman ran back to Thomas. When he found her body, the hyenas were feeding on it.”

  “He has never remarried?”

  “No, I do not think he ever will again.” Jalani chuckled. “He says now that love is an illusion created by merchants.”

  Namdi laughed and shook his head, staring into the warm glow of the fire. Jalani sipped her tea and placed the cup down on the ground as she leaned her elbows against her knees.

  “Let me ask you something doctor; why are you still here? You could go to Johannesburg or Cairo. Make lots of money and find a beautiful wife.”

  “I could,” he said matter of factly, “but that is not what I want. When I see these people suffer, I suffer with them. No one, even their own government, cares about them. They are seen as parasites because they live on the land and do not give taxes to the cities. But they are not parasites. They live with the land, not off of it. In harmony. They respect this place.”

  Jalani
felt admiration. To turn down money was not something most men could do. She thought it was to fight against our very nature.

  “Let me ask you something,” Namdi said. “You are a very beautiful girl. I’m certain any man would take you to wife. Why have you not married yet?”

  “I do not know. I have not met anyone of worth.”

  “Except Eric?”

  Jalani looked to him, surprised at his perception.

  “It is all right,” Namdi said with a smile. “I will not tell Thomas if that is what worries you.” He took a sip of tea. “He seems like a decent man.”

  “He is. But he has much darkness in his soul.”

  “Hm, we all do. It is part of who we are. Be careful in trying to heal him, Jalani. You may end up destroying the best part of him.”

  She took her tea and finished it in one gulp before standing up. “I must go to bed now doctor, but I enjoyed our talk.”

  “As did I. Tell me something Jalani, have you ever seen an animal do this? Kill so many people?”

  “No doctor.” Jalani looked out into the darkness. “But I do not think this is an animal.”

  CHAPTER

  53

  William and Eric did not stop to rest in the night. The sky was clear and the air was cool—a rarity during this time of year. To stop and wait for the heat of the morning would be foolish.

  They made their way past the large valley and started to climb farther up into the lush highlands. The highlands were more a dense forest than what one would think of as Indian plains. The trees were thickly branched and the leaves ranged in colors from bright green to brown. Layers of cricket chirps and hoots from monkeys high up in the branches reverberated in the night.

  “If I wasn’t so damn scared,” William said, “I might really be in awe of how beautiful this is.” He looked to Eric. He hadn’t spoken since the incident at the river. “You okay?”

  “Fine.”

  “You know, you haven’t told me exactly what you saw.”