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Chapter ??? - Surviving.

Chapter ??? - Surviving.

 

Day 12

 

For many days after the incident with James, I moped around, doing nothing. I wallowed in my own self pity, only taking the time to climb up and down the tree I slept in to check my bags and eat the food stashed inside. I never thought to light a fire, or swim in the lake to get clean, or go to the town to buy more food. So now I’m all out. I hadn’t eaten in days, despite my stomach making vicious grumbling noise I didn’t cave in and go searching for food. I didn’t want to. I didn’t feel worthy of food or fire or anything. I still feel that way.

But enough is enough.

No more drifting. Not anymore.

James saved me, that first day in level two. i know it was my fault he died, and it wasn’t even to protect me, but if I give up I can never make up for it. There’ll be no way to make up for what I did. He probably hates me, so I won’t be conceited and think that he’d want me to survive. But I will anyway. I have to find a way to make up for killing him, and I can’t do that if I’m dead.

I sighed, opening my eyes to the bright sunlight. It’s June now, so it makes sense. I wonder if there are even seasons in this game. The breeze up on my gnarly uncomfortable branch was a bit nippy, and I could feel my hands going numb. I shuffled on my branch, unclipping my belt from the branch that stops me falling off as I sleep. Well, I have no sword, so I might as well put it to good use.

Looking around I could see the sparkling water of the lake, and the far away houses of the town, obscured by endless amounts of green leaves and gentle rolling hills. You have to admit this place is beautiful.

I continued admiring the scenery as I wrapped my belt around my waist and did the buckle up, only looping it through one of my belt loops and leaving the belt loose so it hung around my waist.  Rubbing my hands together I shuffled off my branch and put my feet on the one below. Then, like a pro, I scrambled my way down the tree clumsily and landed with a thump at the bottom. I had only gotten a little better at climbing the tree since I started.

Brushing my hair out of my face, I checked in the thorny bush at the bottom of my tree and to my relief the bag was still there. I’m always a little terrified that it’ll disappear during the night. I picked it up, pricking my thumb on a thorn as I did so, and put the bag on. Then I started walking.

Where?

I’m not really sure. But deeper into the forest. I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the town again. I just want to get as far away from that place as possible.

I sighed, looking around as the forest became denser, and the sunlight was more and more blocked out by the trees. The ground I was walking on eventually became covered in nettles and other bushes. There were some bushes in a cluster with dark blue berries, but I don’t know my berries, so it’d be better not to eat them. They did look juicy, though. My stomach rumbled again, so I looked around for anything to eat.

God, I’m so hungry.

I really want some pizza. With loads of pepperoni and stringy gooey cheese . I don’t mind cold pizza, either. Actually, I’d prefer it. Mmm, I can taste it now, sweet and cheesy and meaty. Yum. Chocolate cake would be nice. But not dry chocolate cake. Really gooey and sickly and it makes you want to throw up if you eat too much of it. I’d eat all of that damn cake. Every single little morsel.

Realising I was drooling, I looked for something to distract myself. Near to a patch of nettles, I saw a plant that looked a bit like them, but wasn’t as tall and the leaves weren’t as large. There were a ton of those leaves too. So I crouched and hesitantly touched the plant, smiling in relief when it didn’t sting me. I don’t know why, but I grabbed a few leaves off the plant and walked off, putting one in my mouth as I did so. I guess it’s because I’m so damn hungry.