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Chapter 2 : … it disappeared

A phone without battery. A road without passing cars. Unknown place. There I walked down for what seemed hours. I had still not sighted any landmarks nor street sign. A fact I was sure about was that I was lost. In a continent, I knew only of on internet or in books.

How had I appeared in the States? Good question… I have no idea.

Where was I before? France. I wish I was still there. I wish I was dreaming. Unfortunately, I had already died and suffered in one of my dreams. I had woken up sweating and breathless. My theory… I had bumped my side or had fallen from the bed. I had woke up on the floor with a bruise after all.

If this was a dream or a nightmare. I knew I would still suffer. I will feel tiredness. I will feel hunger. I will feel my throat dry up as I continue on without a once of water. That scared me. It terrified me. Everything was better than suffering in reality or in a dream. The only relief I could possibly have of being in a dream would be that I would wake up if I died. Alas, I am too scared to even make it an option.

What was an open then? I had to fight for survival. Something I never had to do. I did live alone. I did work to get money. I did use it wisely for food and shelter and any other financial fees but. If I was not to encounter any town or city before growing hungry or thirsty then I had to… adapt.

I had to find a source of water. I had to find food. I had to find shelter in a secure place. The forest's entrance looked eery and I swallowed not wanting to find out what lived, crawled, lurked inside. I took a breath. Contemplating my needs. What would be safer? The forest, the road? What was smarter to follow? A river yet to find? The road I was currently on? Yet, I had to find this river. I had to drink. I looked my road path. Was it prudent to leave it and search for a stream in the forest? I lifted my eyes. The darkening sky told me that I would freak out if I was left stranded surrounded by trees and nature. I crouched and closed my eyes trying to get somewhere. I was not helping myself thinking in circles like that.

What was I supposed to do? Flee. Run. Hide. Stay stock still and wait for whatever is out there to come and finish me off?

Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Think. What to do?

That is when it shook me of my haze. It was quiet. Too quiet. Nature was not supposed to be that silent… right?

The first thing that I thought about was: Apocalypse. I know, ridiculous. But imagine. Here you are left to your thoughts and the environment around you voices nothing. Mute. Niet. What was I going to think about? Sheesh, totally normal. The world has gone on hibernation! Ha! … that would surprisingly be cool. I laughed. Backtrack.

It would help if there was snow, though. Yet, unhealthy, it would be wiser to get a drink that way then going inside - I showed my green surroundings - that.

Okay… This is much more complicated than a math problem.

The grumbling of my stomach made the decision for me. I stepped into the forest's entrance controlling my breathing. Shit. It's just a forest! What could go wrong? Everything. Anything.

I balled my fists in my shirt and continued on. The scenery was truly magnificent. The sun's last light passed through the leaves leaving a bright imprint on the underside. It was fairy-like. The air was pure and I took the time to fill my lungs with it.

When I couldn't even see my shoes trudging in the grass, my breathing stuttered again but I pushed it down. I had spent a better part of my precious time fearing what might happen. I had to act. I had to quench my thirst.

It was bizarre. There were no sounds. I had not seen any animals. No bird had sung. There was nothing. And… No! Don't think. No thinking.

Tall trees passed by as I made my way through the woods. I was getting tired. My feet felt sore in the ballerinas. They were not made to walk a long distance in. I was cold still. My nerves had kept me warm, for a while. Now that they were locked up the cold had come back.

I did not see a thing, so when my foot slipped and I fell into a puddle of water. I screamed in fright more than harm. Then I noticed the water. Hope surged forward and I scrambled on my hands and knees searching for more. The ground was wetter around my left hand. I moved my hand further and I sighted as it dipped into more than a puddle. Saliva filled my mouth and I formed a bowl with my hand gathering the liquid inside.

When my thirst was gone I moaned in satisfaction. As my surroundings were pitched black I risked sleeping in the same spot for fear of not finding it again. Tomorrow I would continue on from here.

Breathing in cold liquid woke me into a spluttering and sneezing mess. I coughed and rubbed my nose filled with pinpricks. It was a horrible sensation. My eyes shut as it had been assaulted by the bright streams of light beaming from the sky. I scrambled into a somewhat standing position. All of my body ached and I tried to remember what had happened. I looked around as it clicked into place.

It had not been a dream.

That answered it.

I was lost. That was now an irrevocable fact.

At least I had found the river.

My stomach growled and I tried to forget that one fact.

I felt depressed. I knew my hair was a war zone. I was sweaty. My eyes felt droopy. My nose and throat burned. I wanted to take off my shoes and throw them away. They were only useful to give me blisters.

I did take them off, only to dip my feet into the cold soothing water. I laid down on the wet dirt and enjoyed the peaceful moment while it lasted.

It was easy to fall asleep again. It was so quiet.

So peaceful.

I woke up again four hours later. According to my watch, it was 1 p.m. and that realization prompted my belly to voice itself again. I looked at my feet. They seemed better. The cold had dulled the pain. I wore them again being careful to not put too much pressure on the swelling bits.

Testing the amount of harm I felt walking I concluded I could continue finding civilization in my shoes.

At 4 p.m. the river opened up to ahead and I could faintly see a wooden construction. It filled me with hope.

When I had made my way on the bridge I paused. Where did I go from there? To the right or the left?

The water was darker and it sloshed loudly when it rushed under the bridge. I supposed the road to my left was the one I had walked on before following the river. It was perhaps better to continue on forward.

This time I would not have the river with me and I would risk getting thirsty again. Another decision to make. I knew before I was not grand on choices. Now I had proof. Logic told me to go forward but the tiny voice in my mind had made a good point. How did I know at the beginning if I had gone the right way?

I rubbed my face and tried something else.

As…tram…gramme

Pique et pique et colet…gramme

As…tram…gramme

Pique tam

To the left it was.

Is she right, is it the apocalypse?

Where do you think she is? Where do you think she is going? What is to the left?