Hey there! I am still alive! Sooo, this is probably going to be a thing - me uploading veeeeery unregularly (is that a word? Well, it is now) and I am kinda sorry, but, you know, real life and stuff. Also, I have no idea at all where I am taking this story.
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For this chapter there is a TW: Panic attack (if you wanna skip it read until "She should..." and then start again at "Sitting on the ground")
Withouf further ado, here you go:
...Break...
During her field trip through the bushes and trees Rebecca noticed a few things even through the haze of being catapulted into another dimension: the nut cases still were not following her (thank god), the trees were mostly needle ones (probably not fit to eat, but she was not desperate enough to test that theory out. Yet.) and, after falling face first into the ground for the fourth time, vines were assholes.
Muttering under her breath (asshole vines, shitty ground) she finally reached the end of what must have been a miniscule forest and stared at the building in front of her.
Only it wasn't a building, it was a cabin. A crude one, even Rebecca with her non-existent knowledge of cabins would not call that cabin a good cabin. It looked makeshift and kind of.. Thrown together? She was fairly certain the whole thing leaned a bit too much to the right to be entirely structurally sound. But well, Rebecca was nothing but an adventurer (HA!) and above her the clouds gathered into something that looked very suspicious to her and she would rather be squashed to death than get wet. At least then it would be over with.
The lop sided cabin did not collapse above her. In hindsight she might have preferred that.
(Or maybe not, but it wasn't like she would ever admit that).
The cabin did not have a door that could be locked, it also was only sparsely adorned with furniture, something like a kitchen and a wooden table to the left and to the right a bed covered in dust. Like it did on the outside, everything inside of the cabin leaned slightly to the right. Nice.
Not that Rebecca cared, she was, after all, only one vine away from saying 'fuck it all' and lying in the dirt. So the dust bed would do. Ignoring the not so small cloud of dust that erupted as she was lying down, Rebecca just closed her eyes and hoped that if she ignored everything it would just go away.
(Once again, it didn't).
Meanwhile the Enerians discussed what to do.
Meaning, the Elder spoke of what to do and everyone else nodded in agreement.
(The Enerians did not like to argue, it took almost all of their energy they got from their measly vegetarian meals to just simply stay alive, yet alone attempt something as horrid and energy consuming as critical thinking).
So a plan was made, and really, it was not much of a plan at all: the Enerians were told to try and stay away from demon that fell from the sky and to avoid any kind of contact with the feast crasher. And should it try to corrupt their young and/or eat them, well, they could always toss it over the cliffs.
(Surprising probably no one, the Enerians did not follow their 'do not harm the living things' philosophy when it came to intruders).
It was freaking hot. Her body was sweaty and her sweater was the grossest thing right now, so she sat up, got it off and hurled the slightly dusty and vomity clothing away from her - ignoring the way her own smell started to get more prominent. Bert was still with her and the taste in her mouth would probably never completely go away either, but amazingly the cabin had not collapsed above her.
Yay.
It did start raining though - the air felt humid and boy, did this to wonders for her hair - and she really hoped the beanstalks would not be tempted to corner her in this weather, because she would rather succumb to the leek people than go out in the rain.
Rubbing the dust off her face and pants as well as she could, a glance outside proved what the dim room already told her: the sun was setting and it was getting darker and darker.
Welp. That wouldn't do. Being alone in a creepy house on an island with creepy people was one thing, being alone in a creepy house on an island with creepy people in the dark was another. Nope. She wouldn't do that. So standing up and snooping around for something helpful it was. Staggering on her feet she tried to focus on a pint at the wall as not to fall right down on her face (again) and just.. stood there.
It was getting darker with every moment but she just.. Stood. And stared blankly at the wall.
She should probably find some light source and something to eat and drink too, she should.. She should…
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She couldn't. Because how? Everything hurt and there were people (kind of) here, who wanted to hurt her, and she didn't even know where she was. And she was alone. Nobody she knew was here and nobody would help her and Rebecca couldn't do this. Not when she couldn't even breathe properly, when she felt her stomach clench and her head spin, when there were black spots dancing in her vision.
With a broken sob she fell to her knees, hands clenching in front of her breasts, trying to breathe past the pain in her chest. Her sobs shook her and she tried to breathe (conscious breaths, she knew this), 5 seconds breathing in slowly through her nose, 7 seconds breathing out through her mouth. Like whistling. And again. Again.
Over and over, until she could her past the pounding in her head, until the knot in her stomach loosened.
Sitting on the ground Rebecca looked around, the cabin was small, but there were some cabinets, something helpful had to be in there, right? "Right."
Ignoring her still slightly short breaths and wobbly legs she made her way around the cabin, opening drawers and inspecting everything that might help. Which wasn't a lot. Surprisingly the abandoned cabin was not stocked incredibly great or with something that said 'please use in case of inter dimensional displacement'. Go figure.
Well, one could still hope.
"cobwebs, cobwebs aaaand...dust. Great. Amazing. This helps a lot." Rebecca was getting somewhat irritated, with all the being hungry and having no food thing going on and the heavy and warm air wasn't the greatest either. She tried opening the door - she had learned that the windows could not be opened, while the door swang open all too readily - but no dice. The air outside was also warm and she doubted the wooden floor would like the rain very much.
So finding food it was. After what felt like weeks of unsuccessful searching (but was, in fact, at the most half an hour) Rebecca was ready to let this cabin and the whole island burn.
She would just eat the freaking needle tree.
