Herbs, Lizards, stuff and such.

Arboretum. Arboretum. Jacky went over the word in his head multiple times. He found it to be an odd sounding word. He ran on his way there, stopping only once to catch his breath and assess the situation. He went over the events in his head. First there was some panicking, then he fell into a stasis booth. Then he woke up. Then he found some unconscious people. Then some other people which he was far too deep in shock to be scared of showed up and told him to get some herbs, and to be careful of some giant lizard people. What were they called again? Huzzards? He thought so. Why were there lizard people? How long had he been in stasis, and what happened during that? It felt a bit like watching the last 30 minutes of a film without seeing the beginning, which he truly detested doing. The one named "Seymour" told him to run down to this Arboretum place and grab some herbs. What herbs? There must be more than one. Actually, why did Seymour want him to get them? As cooking supplies? He was far too confused to have payed full attention, but he wasn't good at doing that anyway.

It had been just about the time that Jacky had a nerving thought of some form of rebellion in his head, of turning around and demanding answers to his questions, but before the thought could turn into more than a soggy cloud of loose ideas, it vanished entirely when Jacky was confronted with the Arboretum door.

Jacky let in a large gulp. It did nothing. Ordinarily, you swallow a bit of saliva, which feels a lot better than what had occurred to Jacky, which was that he swallowed and realized that his throat was entirely dry. Jacky stood tall, inhaled deeply, straightened his goggles, headed toward the door, and turned back sharply just before it so to give him even more time to ready himself. It took a good 8 minutes or so, but he did, and creaked the door open. He slid inside the doorway, leaving as much space he would dare allow, and left it open behind him in case he'd have to get out quickly. He moved very slowly whilst eyeing the plant life, and came across a soggy green thing on the ground. Upon further inspection, no, it wasn't. In fact, it looked a bit more like vomit. As he looked down, now realizing that some of it had made its way under his shoe, he heard footsteps, and out of seemingly nowhere, a large group of Huzzards stared at him intently. Time seemed to stand still for poor Jacky, and so he did what he was prepared to do: He grabbed the nearest living plant-like thingy, and ran the smeg out of there.

On a positive note, Jacky ran rather quickly, which was fairly impressive considering he's been immobile for about 3 Million years (or so).