| Chapter 1 |
| Warmth. Howie's eyes opened slowly, begining to adjust themselves to the dim light. As his eyes focused, he noticed a small fire in front of him. He tried to sit up, but when he started to become dizzy, he decided against it. Once his stomach settled again, he decided to just look at his surroundings, to gather where he was. It was then that he noticed there was a blanket drapped over him, seemingly made of animal skin. He tried not to shudder at the thought of the animals that died to make the quilt, and pushed it aside. Howie noticed a few sticks set up holding a pot over the small fire, and another one cooking something that resembled what used to be an animal about the size of a rabbit. "Ok, maybe that's enough looking around." he said to himself. He quickly shut his mouth as he heard rustling nearby. He looked around for something to defend himself with. He stopped suddenly when a low growl was heard from the direction the rustling came from. "Oh shit." he whispered, frozen in fear. "Shit, shit, shit." 'What the hell am i supposed to do? Maybe if i just sit still, it'll go away.' "Yea right!" he muttered out loud. The suspense of what could happen was killing Howie as he sat and waited for whatever it was to come out of the darkness and have it's way with him. 'Is this how i'm going to die? Alone and afraid in the dark?!' he pondered as his eyes stayed wide and fixated on the now noiseless area. He began to visibly relax after five more minutes of rigidly sitting still trying not to move in case what ever was in the forest was tracking his movements. Howie decided to sit up again. "Maybe you shouldn't sit up to quickly, you likely have a concusion." a voice said. |