His legs hurt. His throat hurt. Everything fucking hurt. But he had to press forward.
It had only been two days since Light had fled the cabin, and he had seen head nor tail of the police. Even though he was proud of his getaway, he found himself loathing his situation.
Light was utterly lost, to put it bluntly. He was currently sitting on a fallen tree, struggling to interpret his surroundings. Everything looked the same to him. He couldn't even tell if he was going in circles at this point.
The teen had hoped to have at least a source of food or water at this point. While, yes, he had come across a bird or two, but how the hell was he supposed to kill anything? He had no weapons, and a rock would be useless in his hands. He nothing about the surrounding plant life, and a slow death by ingesting toxic berries was certainly not an option for him. Furthermore, he could not even locate a tiny stream of any sort. It hadn't rained at all. He couldn't tell which way could lead to civilization.
Light had not yet come to terms with the likelyhood of his death out here. He was shaking, hugging himself tightly. The temperature outside had dropped frighteningly.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream for L and beg him for help. But Kira could not lose. That was the only thing driving him forward as his mouth grew dry and his stomach roared. And that terrified part of him.
After what he could only assume was an hour- but how could he know? The sun had gone down. There was no moonlight. Everything was dark. Dark and cold. But the boy stood after this gap in time, and began to continue stumbling through the unknown terrain.
He was practically blind, bumping into trees several times. He knew it would have been smarter to build shelter and sleep through the night, but he had no supplies. He had nothing.
Here, he could reflect on the cruelness of nature. He was the savior of this planet, yet it was damning him to rot in this forest. It was unfair to him and the rest of mankind. The world needed him; the world needed Kira. Why couldn't it help him out a bit? Something. Anything.
Light mentally slapped himself. What, was he going insane? Earth was only a rock floating in a vast expanse of nothing. It couldn't help him. There was no divine force to grant his wishes. He was supposed to be a divine force, and he couldn't even save himself.
Kira had damned him.
For the past few days, he had already begun to recognize Kira as a seperate entity. The rational side of him suspected some sort of multiple personality disorder, while the other half found it just as likely that the notebook had planted some mental parasite in him.
Both sides knew Light wasn't making sense anymore. Both sides knew something had to be wrong with him. Perhaps they always did. He had to have something wrong with him to have even picked up the notebook that day. Everything he did after entailed a serious flaw in his mental health.
That's a first. He found himself smirking a bit as he imagined the snide remarks L could make for these thoughts. And then his insides shattered.
L. Where was he? Had he come after him? Was he wandering these woods in just as miserable a situation? Had he sent for someone to get him? Why didn't he stop-?
Light cried out as his toe was caught under the upraised root of a tree. He hit the ground at an angle, somehow holding back a wail as his foot twisted unnaturally. There was no way his ankle was unbroken. He didn't have to be a doctor to know that.
A whine slipped from his lips as he freed his foot and stood. Leaning heavily on his healthy foot, he limped onwards.
He was tired, he was thirsty, and he wanted L.