AFLOAT SEASON 1 Ep. 1

I pulled my knees up to my jaw as I tried to coil myself into a ball. The jagged edges of the building I had fled into grazed my skin. My off the shoulder top clung to me like a second skin, soaked by the sweat trickling down my back. Goose bumps formed on my body as the chill of the night breeze mercilessly seeped into my pores.

Concealed by the darkness and enveloped by the stench of the swamp and general refuse dump, I hurdled lower, finding peace in the rhythm of my heart hammering in my ears as I calculated my next move. Suddenly, my knees felt damp and I looked down as my denim soaked up more moist. It was then I realized I had been crying.

Swiping at the silent tears streaming down my face with quivering fingers I stifled the choking sound that threatened to escape from my throat as I felt the smear of something I could swear was excreta on my face. My skin crawled and my stomach lurched with revulsion as I tried to hold down my lunch from earlier. More tears blinded me and my body shook uncontrollably.

Why did I ignore my instincts? Why did I take that short route instead of my usual tiring long way home? Why did I ignore the news about the notorious gang delivering swift, merciless death on that route? All I wanted was to hurry home to avoid the drama of giving in to the diarrhea that was threatening to escape my bowels, same diarrhea that has now disappeared in the face of my current predicament.

God help me please; I prayed silently as my heart beat tripled with each passing second while my heightened auditory cortex tried to pick out any sound that wasn't crickets or frogs breeding in a pond nearby.

I am sure you are wondering how my dilemma started and why I am concealing myself inside a abandoned building at night. Well, my name is Dapper and this is my story...