Above Instinct

James Walker

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Follows is a lone hunter-gatherer in an ancient age, struggling to survive and find community in a violent and beautiful early world.

Above Instinct follows a lone Neolithic man through the ancient world’s violence and beauty as he searches for belonging and partnership. Bloodshed, winters, and hunger have steadily eroded his family and left him alone, but when his last family member dies, he hears of a peaceful and munificent group that could rescue him from loneliness and despair.

Equipped with man’s resourcefulness, superstition, and aggression, he confronts man, animal, and nature, searching to end his isolation and hard existence. His own survival means conflict between man’s fundamental nature and wants, the desires and survival of others, and an indifferent and vicious early world.

Sujets

• Literary
• Literary fiction
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 24 janvier 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665716550
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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ABOVE INSTINCT
James Walker
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 James Walker.
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-1654-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-1653-6 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-1655-0 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022901126
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 03/23/2022
Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Twenty-seven
About the Author
 
‘The First God stepped forward, and in his footprint, our universe began. As the print reflects its maker, in time, his impression filled our universe with new gods, and turned the inanimate into life, and brought man and animal up from the soil.
‘Into this divine world we came, too fragile to master it, too simple to understand it. We feel divinity in our minds and see it in nature, but we can never understand the gods nor see our world truly. We feel something greater in our existence, despite how easily living breaks and kills us.
‘In this world there is death and suffering, for we are mortals in a divine world. But by surviving, we become stronger, more godlike, and beget stronger generations. You must survive and grow and father, and one day, our descendants will greet the gods as equals.’
—A father to his two sons.
ONE
THE WINTER GOD WAS weakening; his bitterness gradually retreating under brightening and clearing skies. Occasional snowfall glided overhead, but the blizzards and snowstorms slept, persuading Follows that travel was safe.
Winter’s imprisonment had made him restless. Without conversation or much activity, his own company had grown increasingly difficult. Finally, desperate to escape the overfamiliar surroundings and encouraged by the warming winds, he left his winter caves.
Under weak sunlight he sprang across thinning snows, discarding the stresses of confinement, optimistic and thoughtful. He walked under evergreens heavy with snowfall, watching the waking world. He saw herds of deer traverse the horizon, warm silhouettes against the sky, dawdling and lazy. He watched great snowy plains churned by countless bison, and a lone bear wander searchingly across empty white land. Deprived of much stimulation for a season, each sight was captivating.
The sun arced across the sky as he crossed mountain and valley, each covered horizon further reviving his spirit. When the Sun God retired to rest and the Night God swept clear the heavens, he settled amongst his furs, his mood lifted, tired eyes watching the stars until dreams replaced thoughts. When he woke, he beat on: navigating, hunting, and sheltering. Days and nights passed gently overhead, the weather kind, his wandering and hunting relaxed and easy.
One morning, Follows strode onto a ridge, enjoying the strengthening sun, calm and reflective. But alarm stopped him, silhouetting him against the winter sky overlooking a snowy plain below. He stared across the silent, snow-laden lowland at the two men watching him. Follows remained still, encountering other humans a sobering rarity. Stiffened by his intrusion into their territory, the men inspected him indecisively, burdened with the responsibility of challenging him, but hesitant to risk the confrontation.
Three hundred paces separated the men, all attempting to interpret each other’s intentions. Snowflakes whisked on gentle winds between the men, their flight unnoticed and their surroundings severe. No birdsong or movement disturbed the tension; the uncomfortable quiet reigned unchallenged, infecting Follows with nervousness.
Burying his unease, Follows studied the men. One had seen about sixteen winters, his beard thin and broadness youthful. The other man was older, his beard thick, his body strong and dangerous.
He knew the two men were in a difficult situation: they could not allow him to leave without risking their safety. His presence left them susceptible to his ambushes and raids, and their tracks informed Follows of their movements, which could lead him to their camp. Yet a direct assault, despite their outnumbering him, was a dangerous commitment—he was a fully grown male and potentially lethal.
Follows’ fear was diluted by two summers and two winters without human contact. Where there were men, there were usually women, and that mere thought was weakening. His desire twisted his stomach and clouded his mind, deterring him from fleeing the area. These men stood between him and a partner; if he could kill them and locate their women, he could end his loneliness.
He tried to ignore the longing threatening his judgement so he could concentrate on forming a plan. He could not directly attack the men: outnumbered, his survival was unlikely; in open ground, he was too vulnerable. Attempting to befriend the men risked their temperament, and their reaction was too unpredictable to chance. They would not speak his language, and they would not risk their lives attempting communication when killing him would ensure their survival. Only his death guaranteed them safety; in their situation, he would attack.
He had no choice but to withdraw and let them hunt him, and then hopefully he could gain an advantage in the woodland behind him. If he could ambush them, he would kill the older man first. He stepped backwards, watching the men. The older man disclosed nothing, but the younger man stepped slowly towards him. The laboured steps betrayed suppressed aggression—the men would pursue.
Follows backed out of sight behind the hill, then ran for the woodland. He sprinted into the wood, tearing amongst the trees looking for places that could lend him an advantage. He judged the men would now be in pursuit, committed to his killing.
He searched wildly for any opportunity to confuse them, frantically inspecting undergrowth, rocks, and hills, until finally an opportunity arose: a downed evergreen collapsed behind a series of closely knit trees. He sprinted a hundred paces past it, then half-circled, now running parallel with his original route back towards the fallen fir. He threw himself behind the tree and dug himself into the snow. He focused, his senses tuned to the woodland, listening for his hunters.
He calmed his heavy breathing, buried his winter breaths in his furs, and tightly gripped his spear. He forced himself patient, fighting his shaking. He peered underneath the raised trunk, through its pine needles, at the path he had entered upon. His teeth clenched, the wait frustrated; his mind paced.
He suppressed his fear that he had been outmanoeuvred. The men would not try to flank him: they could too easily lose him and his trail, or unexpectedly emerge into direct contact and lose a chase’s forewarning. They would not try to hunt him later, as darkness would hide his tracks and increase their own vulnerability. They would not return to camp for reinforcements, as this allowed him to escape, hide, and stalk them. He steadied his impatience, knowing the men would follow, and if they decided against chasing him, he would track and investigate their group for women later.
Finally, the men came fast across the snow, trailing his footprints, examining their surroundings for any signs. The younger man led; the older man followed. Their breath streamed into the air as they descended upon his footprints, both wearing violence. Despite their caution, they passed him, committing their gravest mistake.
Follows waited two breaths, then stood, stepped soundlessly around the fallen tree, and hurled his spear at the older man. The spear collided into the older man’s back, crashing him into the ground, spasms rippling through his failing body. The older man’s scream echoed through the trees as Follows sprinted towards the men.
The younger man turned towards the cries and saw his companion impaled and crippled in the snow. Beyond him charged the man responsible. The younger man roared with mixed hate and fear and launched his spear at Follows.
Follows had anticipated the attack and dived into the ground, avoiding the spear. Undeterred, the younger man tore towards Follows, past his struggling and dying companion, his wild eyes promising a brutal confrontation. The two men hurtled into each other and hatefully ripped each other from their feet. They smashed into the ground, punching, clawing, and strangling. The young man tore at Follows’ eyes, but he deflected the attack and clasp