The woods

II

Wilburs POV

I sit in solitude, nothing for me but emptiness. It seemed I was bound for this fate since the moment I was born. I am here because of my own foolishness too. I followed a smile into the woods and after he helped me get far into the woods he left. He visited in my mind, I found all of this normal! The smile was so convincing and I was so naive, given I was 8. I should have died in the woods at such a young age, the voice of the smile helped me stay alive for some odd reason. He knew my every move, he knew my every thought. It was insane, and through all of it he kept me alive. Why? Why govern me to do choices that helped me learn to stay alive when you left? At least he is no longer in my head now. I can think freely of him now.

The world exploding replays in my mind for what had to be the millionth time and I smile. I even begin to chuckle too. What is wrong with me? Why do I wish for the world to end when I have barely even experienced more than the woods. For some odd reasons I felt so comforted  of the thought of the world coming to an explosive end. Maybe it was a shameful thing the smile had put into my mind. Or maybe it was my own insanity. I sigh. It is true, solitude is the worse feeling when it comes to surviving. Not the hunger nor the thirst, not the cold nor the heat, not even death lurking around each corner. There was no worse feeling than solitude. I could feel it driving me insane and I longed for a friend or a family member to help me along.

Long hours pass and I let the hunger and thirst take over my body. I sit so still I hear animals come near me and one of even smells my leg before taking shelter from his playful friend behind my back. I watch carefully at the white small hare move about my feet. The hare looks so happy hopping it's way closer to a bush to eat a nearby berry. Then a wolf pounces from the bush and settles his jaws into the neck of the hare. A stream of blood gushes from the lifeless rabbit and the wolf devours it quickly before looking up at me. I't growls and I sit still. I sat down in this spot to starve of thirst or hunger, what difference to die by the jaws of a wolf.

The wolf slowly approaches, growling still and blood dripping down its jaw. The poor white rabbit put up no fight, wasn't much of a meal either. At least my body will help this wolf prevail, along with many others. My sacrifice would be a good thing.

The wolf randomly stops and continues to walk and I begin to grow impatient. Hurry! I repeat in my head. I begin to tap my foot against the ground impatiently and this doesn't help the wolf approach me further what so ever. He stops In fact to growl and bark at me. How much of a idiot could this dog be? I am obviously larger then the bunny, but I am sitting down making no fight, no noise!

     "Stop with all the noise!" I scream and the wolf darts off into the woods. I curse aloud and stand up to punch something. Anything! That was my one chance at a quicker death and I have lost to my own temper. Now I will have to wait weeks before I may die of thirst or hunger. Who is to say instinct won't take over then. Who is to say I will blank out and awaken with a cooked carcass in-front of me.

I growl and kick the nearest tree. I must die by predator, it is the only way. I must find one that is big enough so it won't be intimidated by me. Possibly a bear. Maybe  a pack of wolves not just a single forger for the family. Yes either will do, I just need to find one quick before I am too weak to move.

I begin to walk towards the direction of the wolf, hoping to find the rest of his pack. I find my self coming to a sudden stop when I see a boy, just a head shorter then me with red sleeves white shirt, denim jeans and white wings tucked neatly behind his back. I don't get a single glance at his face because I am too overcome with joy at the sight of a person to do anything but run filled with momentum. I don't question why he was running either I am just glad to see a person.