TFOE: CH 1 Part 2
Pt 2
The cave I find is at least dry, for however much that counts. I am still hungry, and cold but beggars can’t be choosers and all that.
Where am I? I wonder as I try to look around. I say it is cave it’s more of an indent in the side of the mountain. A fire would be nice, if only I had a lighter in my pocket. I think of home yearning for my central heater. This only makes me shiver more. At least the view is nice I look out over the unfamiliar landscape it’s huge, it is what I think of when a person writes poetry about the vast valley or a sunset. I am in a forest…somewhere…definitely not home. The pine trees stretch out a far distance and look like they grow taller than this mountain or even the distant ones…also how the hell am I seeing without my glasses?I shake my head, too many thoughts at once Hunter, what’s the first thing I need? Blood.
No. Why did I? No I need food, pizza sounds good, do you think they deliver to hole in the hill?
HA.
Theres a river running through the valley I can just make it out, if I can hold out for…whenever nighttime is? What time is it? Ok… if I can hold out maybe in the morning I can come up with some way to fish, my stomach growls in protest, it’s ok Hunter you survived without dinner before.
“Yeah but at least I had Saltine crackers” I say aloud to myself.
From my vantage-point in the mountain/hill cave I notice a bush start to wiggle. My senses hone in on it and my vision, it starts to blur again although, no not blur, zoom IN on that bush in on that white tuft of fur of BLOOD of MEAT. My stomach growls again this time louder it vibrates my ears overwhelming hunger like I’ve never experienced.
Then I hear it. The Howling. It starts as one then two then three distinct wolfs? Dogs? I can’t tell oh god are they after me again? My pulse quickens and the wolves wait, no it’s not the wolfs… the howls are coming from me. And I am running down the mountain through the post-rain mud, landing on the forest path and looking for the bush…hunting for the poor bunny. My eyes lock in and the white thing…it is almost cute i’d call it Pierre, and I am running at it. I am, oh god look away Hunter look. But how can I look away from a thing that I am already doing? I am eating it, it is screaming and then the screaming stops, right as I sink my teeth into the poor things neck.
For the first time, I drink.
