Writing Inktober 2021

*Day Twelve- Stuck

To the left was a cliff. 

To the right the enemy.

In front nothing, just desert like land.

Behind was the fortress just escaped.

So this was it. We were stuck. We had no were to turn and the fear was crawling up our throats.

For months we were captured. Endless fear. We didn't even know if the other was still alive. The raw pain. We lost so much before then, and it was the icing on the cake. What we were forced to do. (Shudder). Our humanity drained from us slowly. No, WE CAN'T go back there. Behind is not an option.

In front- how would that work? We would get shot down within minutes. Even if we didn't we couldn't survive more than a few days, if that. Front would not end well.

We are both out of practice. If this was a few months ago, turning and fighting would be the best and easy option. We would be beaten up and dragged back at best, if we wanted to live. No, to the right is not an option.

What about to the left. No, a cliff wouldn't guarantee life. Maybe if there is water....no, no water. The death would be quick though. Nah, not to the left. If only a forest was an option!!!!

We are stuck! Wait..... we look at each other and smile. We are who we are. Rusty, yes, but still us. That thought pushed the fear down soooo deep we could barely feel it.

Our recently reunited gear was quickly put to use. A tree branch down the cliff was swiftly spotted. We got to action with the enemy closing in. A flip, cord attachment, and mountain scale later, we are 'free' and 'safe'. Now, we must journey home to regather and rebuild to take them down.