Third time this week I'm updating. And it isn't even because of an increase in reviews. Aren't I nice? Thanks for the reviews so far. I weigh praise and criticism equally so if you have any stipulations: Big whoop! Wanna fight about it? No, seriously. If you find anything not to your liking, let me know in a review and I'll consider it seriously. I shouldn't say this but even if you want to remain anonymous, that's fine. I will still take the criticism seriously. Flames are frowned upon, like masturbating in an airplane, but still will be tolerated. Sorry for that Hangover quote. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming: There will be some nudity in the beginning along with some gore and violence. It gets a little messy, to say the least. Just the way you like it.
I do not own Chuck.
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She quickly unravels her forearm bandages to reveal the chopsticks hidden under her left forearm. She puts them down by the bath and quickly strips her clothes off. She stands completely nude and climbs into the room temperature water. She can see the mud disintegrate off her feet as she looks down at them. She slides in slowly and lets the water soothe her. As it touches the fresh foursome scratch marks on her right upper arm, she winces from the acute stinging but continues going under water until the water rests at her chin.
She dunks her head for a few seconds and watches her hair flow through the surface of the water before coming up for air. She traces the four gashes with her left index finger before doing her mantra of feeling over her entire body from neck to ankles. She once again sighs as her palms glide over her tender nipples and down to her vagina. She digs her hands into her grotesquely long pubic bush and the thought of pulling it out with her hand crosses her mind again. She relents as she knows she's getting out soon and will find her way home no matter what. Nothing can deter her now as her plan has worked perfectly so far. She quickly bathes herself with the bar of soap.
After she is thoroughly cleaned, she decides to check to see if she can even feel pleasure anymore so she slides her fingers into the folds of her vagina. She feels the inside walls and grazes her clit. She closes her eyes and imagines her dream man as someone tall and muscular, but not just some douchebag tool. He likes to cuddle with her and show her how much he loves her. He always makes sure she is happy and loved. "Five minutes!" She hears with some knocking.
Shit, shit, shit, she thinks fearfully. She got lost in her fantasy and forgot to get ready. She climbs out of the bath and quickly dries off with the towel. She puts on the clean clothes and grips a chopstick in each hand. She presses her back against the wall right next to the door and waits. After another minute, she hears knocking and, "I'm coming in dear."
She spends the longest ten seconds of her life as she grips the chopsticks tighter. The door opens as the Boss walks into the cabin. His brow furrows at the vacant room when she swings her fist around and into his neck; the chopstick stabbing into the side of his neck. "AUGH!" He screams as she quickly pulls the chopstick out; blood squirting from the wound. The Boss falls to the ground holding onto his bleeding neck. Two guards rush in and she quickly ducks down and comes up with both chopsticks stabbing through the underside of their chins.
The chopsticks penetrate through their mouths and into their skulls, killing them almost instantly. Blood sprays over both of her forearms and a few specks land on her face and chest. They both drop to the floor on top of the Boss who is still struggling to hold in the squirting blood from his neck wound. She quickly rinses her arms and face with the bath water before drying herself off with the towel. She slides the boots off the guard with the smaller feet and slides her feet into the boots. They are a couple inches too large, but she ties them as tight as she can as she needs the protection for her soles.
She grabs one of the assault rifles, both of their sidearm weapons, and both of their combat knives. She puts both handguns behind her back and grabs the clip from the other assault rifle for backup ammo. She grabs her damp towel and wraps it around her waist as it may come in handy later. She's lucky that the sun has finished setting by now or she would be seen in a heartbeat in broad daylight.
The jungles of Thailand are always dark because there isn't much civilization in the area. She stays crouched as she sneaks through the campsite. She sneaks into the tent where all the food is and finds a duffle bag. She fills it with all the least perishable food she can find and then puts the towel inside and sneaks out of the tent. She sees the Boss' cabin and decides to steal his money just in case. She sees a single guard sitting outside the door.
She drops the duffle bag in the dark and sneaks up to the side of the cabin. She peeks over to see the guard in the front. Using her stealthy spy skills, she slides along the cabin wall silently until she is right next to the guard. She muffles his mouth with her left hand as she slices his throat with one of the combat knives. Blood showers out from his neck in a radial pattern away from her. She drags the man back as she hides his body in the dark shadows by the side of the cabin.
She picks up the duffle bag and walks up to the cabin door. It is locked so she sticks the knife in the crease between the door and the frame, and jiggles it until the door pops loose and opens. She swiftly walks in and quietly closes the door. It is vacant inside as she quickly opens up the drawers. She finds cocaine in one and the money in the other. She takes both and stores them in her duffle bag before slipping out of the cabin. She looks up at the night sky and finds the North Star. With the help of the star and everything she can carry, she sneaks off north as she heads for the neutral country of Burma, officially the Republic of the Union of Myanmar.
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After escaping, the Blonde makes her way north. After a mile of traversing the jungle landscape, she comes across a small creek. She follows the creek north until finding the beginning of the creek. The rocks create a foot high cliff with a little tunnel at the bottom of it. The water is coming from an underground well from that tunnel. From her survival training, she learned that the water is safe to drink and doesn't have many bacteria in it if it comes from an underground well, so she cups her hands together and fills them with the well water. She brings it to her mouth quickly before much of the water could seep out of her hands. She chugs the water and gulps it down.
She knows it's not completely sanitary but she needs hydration or she will die in a matter of days. The cool water quenches her throat and thirst as it slides down with ease. She takes about eight handfuls of water until she is finally satisfied. She splashes some water on her face before she decides to cut open the packets of cocaine and dumps them in the creek. She slices each bag with one of the combat knives and dumps out every last grain of cocaine. After spilling out the contents of the last bag, she drops the plastic wrappings into the creek and keeps heading north.
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As she struggles through the dense jungle, the shrubbery and trees minimize her visibility. She lifts her leg over a fallen tree and as her foot touches the ground, she hears a hissing noise coming from her left. She stops abruptly; frozen in place as she looks to the source of the noise. She sees a King Cobra looking over another fallen tree three feet to her left; the dawning sun brimming over the horizon line is just bright enough to create a soft glow over the snake's shiny scales and the eyes to glimmer.
She immediately asses her situation and recalls everything she knows about the species of snake. She knows they can spit venom about ten feet and if it gets into any open wounds or her mouth or eyes, it could kill her in minutes; the same if it bites her. The snake can launch itself at her quicker than she can retreat, so she needs to slowly; 'almost not moving at all' slowly evacuate its vicinity while unsheathing her knife at the same slow steady speed for safety reasons. As she brings her foot back over the branch so she can retreat, the snake curls as it readies to attack. She continues to slide her knife out until she is tightly gripped around it and it is in free motion. She takes a single step back while keeping her eyes on the snake intently.
The snake launches forward at her at upwards of fifty miles per hour with its fangs protruding first. She swiftly throws her knife at the lunging snake underhand. As her arm reaches its full length, the combat knife soars through the air like a bullet for less than a millisecond until the sharp point stabs into the snake's throat mid-flight, throwing the snake backwards as it slices deeper into its throat. The snake falls to the ground; spraying venom aimlessly as it struggles to survive. The Blonde side steps the snake and uses the other knife to cut the head off. She grabs the rest of the snake and wraps it over her shoulders as she can use it as food later. She cleans off both knives and continues to traverse the unforgiving jungle.
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She spends the rest of the day navigating north through the daunting jungle, relieving her bowels and bladder, and eating the food in her duffle bag before it perishes. She chews on a steak as the sun starts to hide behind the horizon line. She hasn't slept for over thirty hours. She looks for any kind of shelter and finds a tree with giant leaves that are about five feet long and three feet wide. She cuts off a bunch of the leaves and gathers them.
She finds some branches that can make a type of raised shelter like a tent. She finds the branches and drapes the leaves over them to make a type of igloo. She makes an opening that is just big enough for her to fit into. The tiny shelter is just large enough for her to fit in with her knees bent and her upper body curled inward in the fetal position. She blankets the towel over herself as she rests her head on the duffle bag. Her eyes close almost immediately as she falls into a deep slumber with the lulling sounds of nature surrounding her.
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She wakes up as the bright sun seeps through the openings in her makeshift shelter and an odd crumpling noise causes her ears to perk up. She blinks sleepily as she looks to her left. She sees a five foot tall sun bear breaking down her shelter; obviously wanting the rotting food in her duffle bag/pillow. In a flash, she pulls out one of the combat knives with her right hand and rotates, coming down on the bear's head with the knife slicing straight down between the eyes. The bear's eyes blink in confusion as blood seeps down the snout. The bear collapses and to the ground and a quick squirt of blood shoots out as she removes the knife.
She slips out of her broken shelter and hangs the towel on her shoulder as she stands up to look into the bag. Everything has gone rotten and it is starting to smell. In only a couple hours, maggots will most likely grow. She empties the contents of the bag and watches as disgusting moldy meat and fruit roll along the ground followed by the stacks of baht money. She puts the money back in. She takes the long snake body in her left hand and her combat knife in her right hand. She filets the snake and starts eating the meat for her breakfast. She doesn't have any way to make fire, so the bear's meat is useless to her without it being cooked first.
She decides to take advantage of the predator in any way so she skins it with her knife. She slices into the lowest point of the stomach and peels back the layer of skin that contains the fur on the outside. As she slices in, blood seeps out but she continues to peel back the hide without penetrating the dermis layer of the skin. She finally peels the entire hide off and it is shaped like a rectangle with four extremities for the limbs. She places it in her bag as it may become useful for her later on. She leaves all the rotten food with the dead bear as she continues to head north.
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As she treks north, she feels the effects of dehydration and hunger because she hasn't eaten or drunk anything since that creek over a day and a half ago. She knows that she can only live for a couple more days without any water before her body shuts down and she dies. She finds herself in a hairy situation as she sees a rhino beetle larva. She squeezes her eyes shut as she thinks about surviving and how that is the most important thing. She needs protein and the larva has a higher amount than chicken and beef; for its size at least. She lets out a sigh of hesitance as she picks up the lonely larva. She lets out a tiny whimper as she tosses it in her mouth and bites down; pus squirting into the walls of her mouth. The taste is musty and bitter as she chews quickly and swallows the chewed bits in one huge gulp. She gags on the horrific taste as she nearly crumples over; holding her stomach with both hands as she tries her best not to vomit.
After stomaching the grotesque insect larva, she lets out a few breaths and continues on her plan to survive. As night time arrives again, she decides she needs to camp out again so she finds some more of those giant leaves as the forest is filled with the same type of trees and makes another makeshift tent with them. She then blankets the towel around her legs and the bear hide around her torso. Her last thought before falling asleep is that she really hopes she doesn't have to wake up with a bear next to her again.
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Again, the bright sun blares down on her eyes, waking her up. Her eyes flutter open and she looks left and right to makes sure there is no bear. When she is satisfied, she slides out from under the leaves and wraps the towel up. She tosses the towel in the bag and continues north, no matter how malnourished and dehydrated she is.
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After a few hours of walking through the blaring sun, her shoulders are starting to slump and the sweat is ringing around her neck and drenching the front of her shirt. She pants with her tongue lazily hanging out as her body just wants to crumple up and die. Her real last resort is to drink her own urine but she really, really doesn't want it to come down to that. Plus, she doesn't have anything to store it in. She knows she has to keep going so she takes a deep breath and continues on.
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Another hour and she looks up to see the sun at its highest point. She sighs in frustration and tiredness. She doesn't know if she can go on anymore as she stumbles to her knees. She squeezes her eyes shut and winces as she places her palm on the ground to hold herself up. She picks her head back up and struggles back to her feet to continue. She hasn't drunk in almost three days. She can feel each part of her body slowly shutting down as her legs once again get heavy and start to drag. She looks forward as her legs wobble and she starts to fall over. Her eyes widen at the pond of water only ten feet in front of her. She finds renewed life as she hurries to the pond. She drops to her knees and splashes water on her face letting the water flow down her cleavage giving her a soothing relief. She then cups her hands and starts drinking handful after handful; no matter how dirty the water is and could give her diarrhea and diseases.
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A tall man with curly brown hair decided to take his daily walk through the lush jungles of Thailand in a different direction as he has been doing for the last two weeks. He is quite content with everything at the moment. He just moved with his sister and brother-in-law to help out this medical clinic in Northern Thailand. He isn't much of a doctor but all the patients love him and his sister is grateful for him coming. This is also a great escape from the heartbreak of his ex-girlfriend breaking up with him after he was unceremoniously kicked from Stanford by his then-best friend, Bryce. Said best friend then stole his girlfriend even after he had told him about how he was going to propose once he had enough money for a ring. He shakes the negative thoughts from his head as he gets a new start in this country. He does miss America and his friends like Morgan and the Buy More but he's having fun here. Everyone is so nice and thankful that he is here and they treat everyone so sincerely and with utter respect.
He is enjoying his daily walk as he gets a few hundred feet away from the complex. He may have only lived here for a couple weeks, but he's gotten pretty good with where he is and how to get back. He wanders aimlessly as he slips through a few bushes to see a small little pond. But that isn't what catches his eye. He sees a very tan blonde woman hunched over the pond drinking furiously. Her raggedy and grimy hair is down her lower back all the way to the ground bundled around her calves and boots.
"You know—" He starts with a charming smile but stops immediately as she glares at him deathly with an assault rifle pointed at his face. "Whoa," he puts his hands up in the air in fear. "I'm not here to hurt you."
She studies him intently through the strands of damp hair draped over her face. She can tell he is not a killer by the pure fear in his eyes. He is a tall American with curly brown hair and brown eyes. She keeps the gun aimed at him cautiously. She knows not to let her guard down even if seeing an American gets her hopes of safety up.
"Are, are you American?" He asks with surprise as he gets a glimpse of her face through her grimy matted blonde hair; his hands still raised in the air. Just from the glimpse he is getting through her draped hair, she looks quite attractive to him.
She nods as she keeps the gun aimed at him.
"Um well, we have purified water back at the clinic if you want some," he informs sincerely as he slowly gains his courage back while having a gun pointed at him.
She cannot remember the last time someone was genuinely nice to her. It must be a trick, she tells herself. She studies him further to detect any sign of betrayal in his body language but she cannot find any signs of deceit. She slowly drops the gun back to her hip. She parts the hair to reveal her face and cerulean eyes.
The first thing he notices is how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and beautiful the woman is. She has the most mesmerizing sapphire eyes and her lips look so soft and luscious, if they weren't so chapped. Her cute little button nose gives her almost an adorable look. "Whoa…" he mumbles inaudibly at the revelation before realizing what an idiot he's being. "I'm uh Chuck—Charles. My name is Charles, but my friends call me Chuck," he puts his hand out for her to shake with a sincere smile after totally befuddling that introduction.
She remains on her knees as she looks at his hand tentatively. She likes his smile, even if she doesn't show it. It is truthful and kind. She can easily read his expressions as being nurturing and helpful.
"Do you have a name?" He smiles at her disarmingly but gets no response. "Not one for words, huh?" He still gets no response so he continues. "If you want to come back to the clinic, I can get you all the purified water and food you could want." He sees a flash of envy in her eyes as her lips part ever so slightly and her tongue gently licks the inside of her lips.
She is desperately hungry and thirsty and his offer is so enticing but she doesn't know if she can trust him. He looks trustworthy and seems very sincere but it could always be a ruse. At least he is American, she thinks optimistically. She slowly gets off her knees and stands up with the duffle bag clutched in her left hand and the assault rifle in her right hand.
"I promise I won't hurt you," he raises two fingers. "Scout's honor."
She narrows her eyes very subtly and he notices it and thinks it is hesitation.
"Fine, I was never actually an Eagle Scout or Boy Scout, for that matter, but I would really like to help you," he flashes a disarming smile at her.
She hesitantly looks him over one last time. His voice isn't strained or higher pitch to imply lying. His posture seems natural and his expressions aren't exaggerated. She walks up to him until she is two feet away from him. She can tell he is not a fighter and is unarmed so she wouldn't have a problem killing him if she had to. She looks into his brown eyes and sees goodness and trust. She almost feels compelled to trust him as all the signs point to it.
When she gets close enough to him, he sees the subtle scar just to the left of her nose and ends on her lip. It isn't that noticeable unless up really close. "What happened?" He impulsively reaches out with concern to feel it.
She retreats back as she grips the assault rifle tightly with both hands.
"Sorry," he shrugs apologetically as he retreats in complete shame. "I didn't mean to startle you at all. Sorry; really. We um also have showers if you want to clean up." He then sees all the scars along her shoulders and arms. His grin drops to a concerned frown.
She can see his gaze studying her scars like she is some kind of grotesque experiment so she pulls the bear hide out of her duffle bag and wraps it over her shoulders to hide her disfigured shoulders.
"Sorry, I couldn't help but notice," he says truthfully with slight remorse. "You don't need to explain anything to me though."
She nods slowly to tell him she understands.
He notices the numerous guns on her person and the two knives sheathed along her waist. "I see you have a lot of guns," he muses with an airy tone. She instinctively grips her assault rifle as she used to that same saying meaning something smug and devious. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just don't really like guns personally. They're kind of scary," he smiles at her as if he has no shame in confessing that. "I'm not going to try to take them from you. You look a little more experienced with a weapon than me. If you'd like to follow me back to the clinic, I can get you some water and food. It's only a few hundred feet or so."
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Seriously, no animals were harmed in the writing of this story. I swear! Don't call PETA on me, please! I understand it got a little disgusting with the whole eating a bug part. But, I even did research and the larva of that particular bug is edible and has more protein than steak or chicken. I know, research for a completely fictional story. That's how dedicated I am. Plus, sun bears are populated in the Thailand area. Also, if you've ever seen the show "Man Vs. Wild" with super badass ex-British Special Forces, Bear Grylls, you'd understand because he eats bugs on the show to survive and has even drank his own urine so at least be grateful I didn't make Sarah do that last part. Gross… I hope the introduction of Chuck was satisfactory enough. Oh, and get ready for some heavy-duty Charah.
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