Hunt or Be Hunted
Chapter 11 of MGS fanfiction
written by FoxTrooth
All was thrown into deep sorrow and then again great caos. Philanthropy was a stir of busy ants now. The Legendary Snake.... Dead.. this time not rumored or false. It had actually happened. Meryl had been comforted and kept company by Mei Ling. Things were hard to believe at this point and nobody knew exactly what to do. Otacon held strong and ordered the shop in the right direction.
The shop continued on and things started to calm down. Meryl had started to calm her nerves on Dave but held some hope that he might return by some freak chance. Mei knew it was only a wish that he would return but she still stayed by her side.
6 months later
Awakened by a ray of sunlight that glistened brightly through the cracks in the wooden door he arised. The chamber was filled of straw, manure, and flies but the strong humid heat intesified it all. The gunshot wounds needed to be treated before he got badly infected and all of the clothing was stripped from his body except for his ragged pants. He had strips of cuts all across his body from where they brutally beat him.
He thought about his escape and how he would get himself better before he could have a condition to do such a thing. Snake sat up against the rough bark of the wooden walls. Nothing seemed broken but the blood loss and bruised body was enough to slow him down.
Dave wondered to himself how long he had been held captive for he had not held on to time itself. He thought about his wife Meryl and his memories he had with her and for all Snake knew he would die here in this stall in the middle of nowhere. There would be no one to bust him out of a cell like the time in shadow moses and he knew nobody would be coming to help.
Snake broke off some of the wood which made a nice splintery stake and crawled to the door. He sat beside it waiting for anyone to come through. Dave would go down fighting before he ever gave up. Hours went by and Snake's stomach cramped badly to feel as though he hadn't eaten in a week.
Dave's eye's began to slowly shut to sleep until a slot in the door quickly opened. A wooden plate was chunked in the cell dumping half of it's contents onto the dirty straw. It could be poisened but his stomach ached for something, anything to eat. Snake quickly dragged himself over and ate all of the contents even those that were dumped. It was like runny oatmeal with tiny chunks of raw meat but he didn't complain. An escape plan was still needed.
He had no way or means of communication. Snake's radio was disposed of and his equipment was scrapped. Somehow it felt that a view to the outside would help alot. He started wearing away at the cracks in the wooden walls exposing more of the base and as time went on Snake had worn off all the dried mud in the spacing. It seemed to be a small village area maybe smaller than the one he first encountered, and this one had very few guards and a very awful security. There was no dirt it was all staw and mud. If there was mud then the ground would be obviously soft. He took his stake and began to dig into one of the back corners. Deeper and wider the hole got and soon almost reached the other side.
Every so often he had to cover up the hole with straw whenever a guard approached. They did daily inspection looking through a small slit in the door. Snake had shortly planned his escape that night. He'd crawl out of this shit hole and get the hell out of there, and Dave planned to get in the jungle and use his instincts to find his way to the base.
Nightfall came. It was time to get a move on. His body couldn't take to much but he had to try. Another quick look though his slots confirmed it was safe. Snake removed the straw from the hole and squirmed through almost getting stuck in such a small hole. Fresh air filled his deprived lungs but he couldn't sit around all night. Snake ran to the edge of the outpost and to the barbwire fence. As carefully and quietly as he could he made his way over the coils of barbwire topping the fence.
He ran deep into the dark jungle as far away as he could. Snake still had that map image inprinted into his mind. It was just instict to remember such things but Snake didn't even know where he was. Judging from his last location and the nearest post the base still lay north, which he judged using the ray's of sunlight through the cabin cracks in the day. He made some of his way north and climbed up a nice thick tree.
The next day he would have to use his Snake skill's to really survive without the help of even a knife or cloth's for that matter. Our Snake lay in a tree half naked, starved, and weaponless. He escaped one threat but they might be looking for him. Next in the Chapter 12 fanfiction Battle of the Instincts!
Chapter 11 of MGS fanfiction
written by FoxTrooth
All was thrown into deep sorrow and then again great caos. Philanthropy was a stir of busy ants now. The Legendary Snake.... Dead.. this time not rumored or false. It had actually happened. Meryl had been comforted and kept company by Mei Ling. Things were hard to believe at this point and nobody knew exactly what to do. Otacon held strong and ordered the shop in the right direction.
The shop continued on and things started to calm down. Meryl had started to calm her nerves on Dave but held some hope that he might return by some freak chance. Mei knew it was only a wish that he would return but she still stayed by her side.
6 months later
Awakened by a ray of sunlight that glistened brightly through the cracks in the wooden door he arised. The chamber was filled of straw, manure, and flies but the strong humid heat intesified it all. The gunshot wounds needed to be treated before he got badly infected and all of the clothing was stripped from his body except for his ragged pants. He had strips of cuts all across his body from where they brutally beat him.
He thought about his escape and how he would get himself better before he could have a condition to do such a thing. Snake sat up against the rough bark of the wooden walls. Nothing seemed broken but the blood loss and bruised body was enough to slow him down.
Dave wondered to himself how long he had been held captive for he had not held on to time itself. He thought about his wife Meryl and his memories he had with her and for all Snake knew he would die here in this stall in the middle of nowhere. There would be no one to bust him out of a cell like the time in shadow moses and he knew nobody would be coming to help.
Snake broke off some of the wood which made a nice splintery stake and crawled to the door. He sat beside it waiting for anyone to come through. Dave would go down fighting before he ever gave up. Hours went by and Snake's stomach cramped badly to feel as though he hadn't eaten in a week.
Dave's eye's began to slowly shut to sleep until a slot in the door quickly opened. A wooden plate was chunked in the cell dumping half of it's contents onto the dirty straw. It could be poisened but his stomach ached for something, anything to eat. Snake quickly dragged himself over and ate all of the contents even those that were dumped. It was like runny oatmeal with tiny chunks of raw meat but he didn't complain. An escape plan was still needed.
He had no way or means of communication. Snake's radio was disposed of and his equipment was scrapped. Somehow it felt that a view to the outside would help alot. He started wearing away at the cracks in the wooden walls exposing more of the base and as time went on Snake had worn off all the dried mud in the spacing. It seemed to be a small village area maybe smaller than the one he first encountered, and this one had very few guards and a very awful security. There was no dirt it was all staw and mud. If there was mud then the ground would be obviously soft. He took his stake and began to dig into one of the back corners. Deeper and wider the hole got and soon almost reached the other side.
Every so often he had to cover up the hole with straw whenever a guard approached. They did daily inspection looking through a small slit in the door. Snake had shortly planned his escape that night. He'd crawl out of this shit hole and get the hell out of there, and Dave planned to get in the jungle and use his instincts to find his way to the base.
Nightfall came. It was time to get a move on. His body couldn't take to much but he had to try. Another quick look though his slots confirmed it was safe. Snake removed the straw from the hole and squirmed through almost getting stuck in such a small hole. Fresh air filled his deprived lungs but he couldn't sit around all night. Snake ran to the edge of the outpost and to the barbwire fence. As carefully and quietly as he could he made his way over the coils of barbwire topping the fence.
He ran deep into the dark jungle as far away as he could. Snake still had that map image inprinted into his mind. It was just instict to remember such things but Snake didn't even know where he was. Judging from his last location and the nearest post the base still lay north, which he judged using the ray's of sunlight through the cabin cracks in the day. He made some of his way north and climbed up a nice thick tree.
The next day he would have to use his Snake skill's to really survive without the help of even a knife or cloth's for that matter. Our Snake lay in a tree half naked, starved, and weaponless. He escaped one threat but they might be looking for him. Next in the Chapter 12 fanfiction Battle of the Instincts!