The broken gear

Survival

Thomas woke up in the middle of the forest. "Ugh, my head hurts," Thomas said. "Where am I?"

He looked around. He could barely see the thick forest with bushes. He looked up at the stars, "Wish I knew where to go just by looking at them". It was cold and dark. He went into a small clearing and dug a three-inch deep hole. He went into the forest to find some small sticks.

He used his sword to make tinder but he cut his thumb in the process. "Aagh" Thomas screamed. "What do I do know?" He asked himself. He snapped his fingers right above the wood to try and light it with the sparks he was producing. He grabbed his water bottle and rinsed his finger. He got a piece of cloth and wrapped his thumb. "I don't think I'm doing this right" he told himself.

He managed to get a small fire going. "Why didn't I prepare for this" he asked himself. "No, that's stupid, how was I supposed to know this would happen?"

He checked his watch. It read 02:27. "It's getting late" he said. 

He looked for any supplies but it was too dark too see anything and he was too exhausted and hurt to explore.

"I guess I'll just rest for a bit" Thomas said while he was starting to lay down. "I hope help arrives soon"

He heard a stick break. He quickly turned his head to the direction of the sound. He didn't know whether to stay silent or to ask if anyone was there. He stared into the forest for a few seconds than slowly laid down. He hoped it was just an animal. 

He stared into the stars. He felt a small breeze on his face. He felt oddly calm. He was slowly getting more and more sleepy. He kept thinking about this event and wondering why it happened. He was curious of any other survivors and if they managed to find a way to civilization.

The grass, weirdly enough, was comfortable. He didn't have his luggage with him so he didn't have much supplies, but at least he had his sword. He eventually fell asleep after a while.