Only New Life, Can Defeat Death

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Humphrey was now tossing around in his bed, eye lids closed tightly, and tears slightly escaping through. The morning sun rays were inside the den, warming it up slightly, but inside it was cold. Humphrey woke up with a cold sweat over his shoulder, making him shiver. He looked around and saw the drawing he did, now nothing but a white smudge on the wall.

"They don't care. They never care. They just want to ruin my life." Humphrey whispered to himself as the tears started to drip off his cheeks. The feeling of the tear on his cheek made him feel that he was alone.

"No one even knows me, so who would even care for me?" He asked himself. The thoughts of people being in love, having someone to live for made him want to run away, run away from the pain. He stood up and slowly stretched himself to relieved the tighten muscles.

The morning was the usual, alone in the den, with no one with him to keep company. Humphrey walked to the entrance of the den and saw the vast forest, calling out his name from the wind blowing through the trees. The anxious feeling of running out and explore the forest was interrupted by a grunt coming from the bushes.

Not needing to turn to see who it is, Humphrey sighed and walked back in the den. His dad pulled a freshly killed caribou through the bushes and laid it down in the den.

"What, no good morning?" Gordon asked as he began to eat breakfast. Humphrey looked at his dad, but turned his head away in disgust. Gordon saw this and looked at him with a look that would make someone cower in fear.

"What did I do wrong this time?" Gordon asked. Humphrey responded by turning and walking to his bed.

"Hey, answer me." Gordon demanded. Humphrey felt the anger return to him, but knew his dad wouldn't stop until he got his answer.

"Nothing dad." Humphrey growled. Gordon had a rib in his mouth, but the tone his son used made it snap.

"Humphrey! Did you just growl at me?" he asked with anger rising. Humphrey ignored his dad, knowing that if he answers then he'll unleash his anger out on his dad. Gordon was fed up with Humphrey's attitude and walked up to his son.

"What dad?" Humphrey asked without looking at him. Gordon's was losing it and he lifted his paw, but stopped in the air.

"What dad, caribou got your tongue?" Humphrey talked back. Saying this made Gordon lose it, bringing his paw down on Humphrey's lower back, making him yelp in pain. Humphrey jumped up, tears in his eyes from the hit, and his anger now boiling.

Gordon looked at his son with sorrow on his face for his wrong doing. The hit left 3 short, but deep cuts with blood now slowly flowing out.

"Come on dad, you defend our pack and that's the hardest you hit? I can hit harder." Humphrey insulted. Gordon was being pushed by his son, making him want to strike again.

"Go on! Hit me again! You don't care about me anyway so why hold ba…" Humphrey didn't get a chance to finish as Gordon slapped him again on the face, cutting him. Humphrey had enough of it, and lunged at his dad, but was countered.

Gordon pinned his son underneath him with ease.

"Get off me fuck face!" Humphrey shouted. Gordon lowered his head to his ear and whispered:

"Disrespecting me results in punishment." With that, Gordon slapped his son again, again, and again, leaving Humphrey spitting blood and whimpering in pain. Gordon stepped off his son and walked away.

"Tell anyone what I did to you, and you'll see what happens." Gordon threatened as he walked away, leaving his son in the den bleeding.

"I d-don't care." Humphrey whispered in a raspy voice. Once his dad was out of sight, Humphrey stood up with difficulty. His back was practically covered in cuts, and his face was bleeding at a fast rate. He limped to where his mom worked on her medicine and herbs, and saw a clean green leaf with many mixtures around.

Seeing all the herbs around him, it was amazing how much room was left in the den from it. Humphrey grabbed a purple flower and a yellow leaf, carefully wrapping the flower in the leaf, Humphrey made a cone. He looked around and saw a bowl-like wood carrying a yellow liquid.

As Humphrey began to put together his own medicine, he wasn't sure if his medicine was right. He never really sees his mom do it, but when he does, everything was already made. Once he thought he had what he needed, Humphrey poured the now blue medicine in his mouth from the funnel.

His eyes clenched when the medicine burned the inside of his mouth, but he needed to swallow to feel better, right? Once he finished drinking it, he felt light headed, making his vision blur. The medicine had the effect of making the patient unstable to move to move for a while, but will feel no pain.

Humphrey fell to the ground with a small groan, but not feeling the pain.

"It… worked." Humphrey whispered as his vision went black, his hearing was no more, and he fell unconscious.

(Two Hours Later)

Humphrey opened his eyes to see the sun setting, giving off the orange horizon, followed by shades of red. The den was quiet, but Humphrey's small breathing could be heard. Humphrey stood up, but felt the pain return to him slightly, making him wince. He looked around the den and saw no one once again.

"I had enough of this hell hole." Humphrey said out loud as he stood up, and began to walk out of the den. He kept walking, not looking back for anything, and walked until he heard the sound of rushing water. The night was coming, and he was running away from his home. Humphrey put everything out of his mind, his family, and his home. Since he had no friends, he now has an opportunity to do so.

The sound of rushing water was getting louder with each step he took, until he saw a river flowing through his path with the water hitting the rocks in the middle of the river. Humphrey walked to the bank and began to drink some, but instantly stopped when he heard the soft patter of feet nearby. Humphrey turned around, excited, but worried that it could be someone he could be friends with or someone that would hurt him. As he was watching, a he caught a glimpse of his mom heading home.

"Sorry mom." Humphrey thought to himself before he continued to go away from home, but realized that they could follow his scent, so he quietly washed himself in the river. As soon as he was done thoroughly washing his old scent off, his cuts stinging from the water, he took off away. As he was walking, he didn't really know where to go, he never been out much.

"Uh, where to now?" He asked himself.

"What are you doing out here?" A male voice asked behind him. With water in his ear, Humphrey could still hear the voice, and realized who it was.

Gordon.

Wow, I forgot about updating this story, and now when I was typing it, I have a bunch of Ideas on how it should continued. Well, how'd you like it? I like it, but I feel like i'm pushing you guys away. I feel that way because I haven't been posting on 'Aftermath' often, not as much as I used to. Please feel free to tell me anything you want, and thank you for taking time out of your day for reading.