finished, I’m starving. Thing is, I walked all day and didn’t see a single animal of any sort so hunting is out of the picture, not that I’d be able to hunt anything anyway. All I have is this dumb stick for a weapon. Luckily I have seen quite a few berry bushes. Of course, who’s to know which ones are deadly poisonous and which ones aren’t but I can’t help but to take a chance, it’s better than starving.
After about five minutes of walking I find one and pull as many berries as I can off the tree and shove them into my mouth. They taste like cherry sort of but they don’t have a pit.
I throw a few extra into a giant leaf from one of the trees and wrap them up in it for later before turning around to find my camp. I left a trail of sticks stuck in the ground to find my way back but they’re hard to find when everything is green and brown and it’s getting dark. I eventually find it and curl up in my little fort. Thankfully it’s still hot and I don’t need to attempt to build a fire. That’d be interesting, me rubbing sticks or stones together, I wonder if that even really works.
As I lay here it gets dark and becomes impossible to see. God I hate the dark. I wish I had some sort night light or something. Eventually I drift off into a deep, exhausted sleep.
It’s what feels like hours later, but could quite possibly only be minutes, I’m so tired it’s impossible to tell, when I wake up to a rustle in the trees and my heart nearly stops. I hold my breath attempting to be as quiet as possible. I pray that whatever it is can’t see in the dark.
I’m sure that my eyes are big as saucers as I scan the darkness hoping to make something out.
The rustling gets closer and my hand grips my stick weapon tightly.
“What’re you gonna do, whack me with that?” A rough, British male voice mocks.
Everything goes black…again. Oh, for Christ sakes.
Chapter 3
I wake up freezing again. I better not be in the morgue or in that stupid cave again though I’m not sure which would be worse. I mouth a cuss and realize that I can move, that’s a good sign, I’m probably not in the hospital. I close my eyes and focus on any sound I can pick up. Am I alone? When my feet hit the ground I recognize the feeling of the cold stone floor of the cave. I start towards the light again.
Who was that man in the woods? What did he do to me? Is he the one that brought me here in the first place?
I just can’t seem to understand how I got from the hospital, to a cave in a forest. It makes absolutely no sense.
There goes an entire day of walking for nothing. As much as I hate to have to climb down the cliff again, I’d rather not risk running into that man again. He could either be my savior or my kidnapper and I’m about to wait to find out the latter.
This time as I rush out into the sunlight and sit on same ledge I did yesterday about to push myself off and begin climbing down, I hear the shuffle of feet on the rock cave floor behind me.
“Stop! You could kill yourself climbing down that!”
It’s the man. I debate heaving myself over the edge but decide against it. He’s obviously not about to kill me, I realize. If he was, why would I still be alive? He could’ve killed me last night. Of course I’m still skeptical. Is he a rapist? A psycho? What does he want? Or is he really just trying to help me?
“Who are you?” I demand remaining on the edge ready to push myself over it at any moment. I mentally try to remember where I put my foot the last time in case I need to hurry down. I mean, like he was going to be stupid and risk his own life to follow me down the cliff. Surely, there was a better way of getting down to the forest only hopefully it would take longer and by then, I would be long gone.
“Stand up and I’ll tell you,” he offers.
I debate it but shake my head.
“No,” I answer. “Who are you and what do you want?”
“Oh, now you