There I sat in caution and worry as I watched the lining of the dark forest for anything that moved out of place. There I sat in wonder and mystery as the world around me ticked away the minutes. There I sat with my eyes heavy and stature falling as I waited for dawn to strike the horizon.
And as the sun rose over the crest, all I could do was stare emptily into it. I felt its cold rays of light bend over and around my body, as if I didn't exist. The calming sight soothed me as I started to stand up. Only for my left leg to buckle underneath itself as I screamed in pain. I looked down my leg to see what was causing me so much pain, but it looked completely fine.
I thought for one second what was wrong before I started to take off my shoe. And low and behold, my foot was covered in bloodied blisters. I put my footwear back on and felt my foot give out a cry of agony. It was painful, but I had to tough through it. After my little incident with my foot, I pushed myself back up and tried to walk only to fall back down on my side.
I kept pushing myself up for the hope that I would be able to walk through the foliage of the forest, but I kept falling right back on my face with every attempt. And after attempt after attempt, I soon stopped trying to walk and looked around me to see how I could get off the edge. But I was soon distracted with the sound of sticks and brush breaking. I heard the colossal steps of crunching wood slowly making its way towards me.
I looked up at the forest that was in front of me, and stared in horror as I saw the wooden anomalies marching their way out of their green fortress. I saw three of them take heap outside of the green fortress, and looked at them as they slowly pulled themselves to me. During this, I slowly pulled out my revolver with as much care as I could and took aim at the one.
One of them, the leader I assume, stopped and looked at me for a second before continuing towards me. So with my life in the balance I could only take one immediate action. I steadied my aim, pulled back the hammer, and held my breath as I shot the one closest to me in the head. The reaction was near instantaneous. Its body fell onto the floor and scattered into a million pieces as its allies whimpered.
I then re-aimed my gun to the next closest predator and tried to kill it the same way. [i]Tried[/i] being the word. I missed it and it knocked itself out of its daze and ran at me with full force. So I shot at it again and managed to scrape a piece of its leg. Its leg bent in a heinous way as it tried to stop itself from moving forward. But in its attempts at stopping, it managed to fall right past me and into the abyss of the canyon. The third one had gotten too close for comfort and was almost in biting distance. So I aimed my revolver and shot at it twice in hopes that I would kill it. I was wrong.
While I did hit it, all I seemed to do was piss it off more. I dropped the revolver and more or less swung my rifle around me and took aim at the wolf. At that point it couldn't have been a few feet away. I'm lucky I survived. I aimed at its gaping maw that was ready to rip my neck out, and pulled the trigger. Its body scattered into a thousand wooden pieces as I covered my head from any collateral damage.
Soon after the fighting for my right to live, I looked back up to see what was left. And, as I expected, saw small sticks and wooden branches laid on the floor, signifying the recent events that happened. No sooner I pulled my backpack off and reloaded my weapons as I studied the edge of the forest for any other threats. After reloading my weapons and zipping back my backpack, I went back to looking around me for a way to get out of there.
That was before I realized that I had thousands of wooden branches around me. I grabbed the biggest bulkiest branch that was near me, pushed myself up, and started to use it as a cane. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but with my options, limited as they were, it was the only choice I could make.
So, with little left to do, I started to take head into the forest, with my revolver out for extra protection. I should have said stayed on that rock. I would have starved to death, but I would have taken it over the events that would transpire long after.
After an hour or two of 'walking', sweat was pouring down my face. My shirt had since turned from grimy beige to a drenched black. My head was spinning, and my body was limping as I continued to walk further into the graveyard.
My sore hand was covered in splinters from my walking stick, my arm remained stiff and tensed as it pointed ahead of me with my revolver, and my feet were faltering at the slightest touch. The sweat of my brow kept dripping into my eyes causing my vision to blur and turn hazy. My body was exhausted from a night of restlessness and I was shaking from pure, unadulterated, fear.
And at some point of walking tirelessly through the green hellhole, I felt a sharp prick pierce my back. I stopped in my tracks entirely and pulled out the stinging pain that penetrated it. I looked at my hand and saw a small little dart in my hand and panicked a little before I began to calm down immensely.
I felt the caresment of the winds wrap itself around my body as I felt my mind became hazy and mellow. I looked upon the brown bark of the trees and watched it bend and swerve with the blowing winds. It felt as if I was having an out of body experience. I guess that's why I 'passed out' the second right afterwards. I'm not certain if passed out is the right term for it, but it's the only word I could come up with since if felt as though I was about to fall asleep.
"Remin' me not ta piss ya off," I heard a man with a southern drawl say as I heard footsteps get closer to me. I then heard a hum of acknowledgement and felt something lift me from behind and lay me on something. I couldn't tell, my body was numbing from the foreign entity that was inside of it.
"Ya know wha this reminds me of? Reminds me of this time where me buddy and me went out hunting. And let me tell ya' it mussa been a hundred outside 'cause after a minute of walking through mud 'n shit, we's was sweating up buckets of sweat before we finally found this big ol' proud buck munching on grass. And as we's was about to-"
"Can this wait?" I heard a woman say in an irritated voice.
"Alright, no need ta get all huffy 'n puffy about it," the southern man replied before I finally felt them move. And while all of this was happening, I could only listen to my environment as my body refused to function properly. Not another word was exchanged between them as they carried me for miles on end.
But the rocking of the hammock and the gentleness of the wind rocked me to sleep like baby in a crib.
I looked over the small hills in the ground at my house. I was outside with a small short plastic shovel in my small short arms. I was no more than five digging up dirt and mixing it with water that was inside of my blue bucket. I planted the bucket down on the soft, warm, summer grass and pulled it up.
After lifting the small bucket with a great amount of effort, I saw a castle emerge of mud emerge from inside. Being the age that i was, I was absolutely giddy at my accomplishment. That was until I felt the ground underneath me shake.
The earth seemed to shake more and more as I looked around confused. I felt the vibrations of rocks being smashed into the ground, and heard the sounds of the ground cracking under pressure. It wasn't until I looked up to see a thousand foot man looming over me with an annoyed gazed.
Merly moments after staring at each other, I felt him breath in a massive amount of air into his gigantic body. I felt the air around me being drained into his mouth as I looked up in fear.
But after a minute of his massive maw taking in the air around me, I saw his body rippling with the amount of oxygen in him. He suddenly snapped his eyes at me and proceeded to scream out every single atom of air at me.
I felt my body being forced onto the ground and felt the castle that I proudly built being destroyed around me. I tried to stand up, but every time I did, I felt his alcoholic breath shove me back down onto the ground.
All I could do was endure the tournament as the thousand foot man continued to howl his angers of virtue unto me.
But even though I was pushed and punished, I managed to peek my eyes open and saw the strangest of sight in the sky. Up through the brightened sky I could see the stars in the form of a horse's head.
Its giant head moved this way and that in a curious state as it observed the scene before it. But just as it was about to descend upon me, I was blown away into the black matter of my mind. It wasn't until my eyes started burning that I finally woke up from that nightmare.
