Ch 2

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Russell POV

It's been a long time since I've been stranded here. I don't exactly how long but in that time I've built a better shelter one with walls and a door. Started talking to a coconut that I named Wilson then lost him a year later.

After the first time I died I tried to escape by making a raft but a shark decided to bite it in half, including half of me with it. Then the next day I tried escaping by going inland which then after a day I found these pillars of rock with strange markings on them. They were 3ft tall and 10 ft apart forming some sort of perimeter. About 30 ft after I passed them a small storm cloud formed and I was struck by lightning, died from organ failure a little bit after that.

I decided it was best to stay put and map out the land. Before I was a captain and pirate I was a navigator and cartographer among the Royal Navy. It wasn't the best map since it was made with charcoal and the flattest slab of rock I could find but it had to do. The land was surrounded by steep mountains and the only openings had those stones in place.

I've found out that this land not only kills me then resurrects me but also keeps me from aging as well. I seem to be killed randomly only to be brought back the next morning. As I grab my spear I think to myself, I have to go inland to hunt dinner and find sticks for fire wood, I just hope someone will come soon to rescue me so I can escape this hellhole.

Lumpy POV

There I was riding in my caravan cart with two ox's to pull it. I was sent to this region to explore it and find herbs for my medical treatments. I would write notes or logs about it but I can't write. I'm not a smart moose but I am a good self taught doctor.

I saw these stones earlier about up to the middle of my thigh meaning it was half a normal person height. I was told by everyone that they could see me from a mile away because of my height I had to at least be 6'8".

"Meraagh."

I look to my ox to see that it was impaled by a spear. A native must be around and I'm intruding upon their land. I put my hands up

"I-I come in peace, I m-mean you no harm." I say worryingly.

Emerging from the bushes a blue otter in a stripped torn shirt with a hook and two peg legs appeared.

"Who are you?" he asks.

"My n-name is Lumpy." I say scared of what the bush otter might do to me. He comes closer to me and asks. "How are you not dead?"

"What do you mean, you hit the ox not me."

"This land is cursed, leave before you die."

"You have lived here how are you not dead." I said in a questioning tone. He's probably trying to scare me off.

"I have died again and again for so long." Then he asks immediately. "What year is it?"

I look at him in with a confused look "It's October 3rd 1845."

He seemed surprised by my answer.

"I've been here for 93 years?" He questioned himself.

"Tell you what I'll go back from where I came from and you won't see me again." I say to him with a confused face .

As I'm turning away from him he stops me and quickly exclaimed. "Wait take me with you!"

"Ok, if that's what you want." I say to the strange otter, but as soon as I took another step towards the wagon I heard something snap. I look up to see a bee hive fall on me. I could feel the bees stinging me I then started screaming and running.

Russell POV

I chased after the moose named Lumpy deep into the forest until he entered a cave. I heard something roar from within the cave a few seconds later followed by a distressed scream obviously by Lumpy. I decided to hide in the brush immediately. After the screaming stoped a bear came out with Lumpy's bee stung head in its jaws. It was foolish of me to think that Lumpy was not affected by the curse. I cautiously made my way back to Lumpy's wagon and waited for his return.

Lumpy POV

I woke up in my wagon, one of the ox's was killed with some of its flesh gone. I look out to see the otter asleep next to a fire that was put out, next to that was some meat on a flat stone.

I don't know how I was alive. I checked myself, but I seemed to be perfectly fine. I heard a yawn to see the otter waking up.

"Morning. Sorry about your ox." He says.

"How am I alive?"

He sighs. "Anyone who enters dies only to be resurrected again."

"We need to leave then!" I yell.

"I've tried, it doesn't work."

"There has to be a way." I say.

"This land keeps you from leaving. It's not so bad, you die every now and again but you get used to it." He explained.

"Oh my god." I started to cry. Did I do something wrong, why was I being punished like this. Then a hand was placed on my shoulder, I look up to see the blue otter.

"We'll get through this together." He said with a look of hope. Then I thought if he can have hope after 93 years of isolation then why shouldn't I be hopeful as well.

"I never got your name." I said.

"Russell, my name is Russell."

Russell POV

Years after meeting Lumpy we decided to clear the area and built a better house with a corn field a gravel road and a well not far off that had fresh water all made with the tools that Lumpy brought with him, we decided to name the area.

"Got any ideas?" I ask

"Well there are a lot of trees around here. How about Logsburg?" Lumpy said.

"Nah, how about Treeville?"

"How about Tree Town instead." Lumpy suggests.

"I like the name but it sounds boring and bland."

"Happy Tree Town?" Lumpy said, the moose wasn't smart but he did have a few good ideas here and there and that name was one of them.

"I like it. Let it be known on April 7th, 1922 that Happy Tree Town was created with a population of 2."

"You mean 1?" Lumpy questioned.

"No, there 2 people here Lumpy."

"I only count one, Russel."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Lumpy. You forgot to count yourself."

"Oh."

"Well then you should be the mayor Russell."

"What makes you say that." I ask

"Well you were a captain as well the first person here."

"Alright I'll be your mayor."

Little did we know more people would be joining our town.

AN: So thats how the hell hole of a town was made. Thank you for reading and I'm glad those who are reading this are enjoying it. I will definitely continue writing this.