アッカーマン | 𝚕 • 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝚛𝚞𝚊

[pronounced roo-ah, roll your r's]

"No, perhaps there was more to it than that."

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IT TOOK you six days after the incident to learn to dull your senses a little and that was good enough for you as you ventured your way to any civilisation nearby.

A small village was the closest place. You had no clue on how far or how long you had ran after witnessing the bodies of your family, but it was out of view and it wasn't this village you were going to turn to for necessities.

Of course at first glance, you looked a bit ragged. You wore clothes that were oversized, your hair disheveled, your walk had a slight limp. And even at your piteous appearance, you found it difficult to find anything that could help you. No one offered you hospitality, not even a drop of clean water or a crumb of food. You were actually left fending for yourself. It was you against the world.

You weren't one to ask for things to help you, you were used to everything being provided for you after all. This was totally different from what you were used to, this was a life you were a complete foreigner to. You stood in the middle of the street, clueless as to what you were to do. With nothing in hand and in utter defeat, you left for what you now called home.

Hunting was out of the question, you didn't know how to make a bow. You weren't even sure if the cabin had a proper knife, and even if it did there was no way you would be able to get close enough to an animal and kill it without it detecting your incoming presence. Farming? No, there was no way you could have the resources to start a small garden of your own in the yard of your cabin. Perhaps you could...

No, not yet. Going back to your hometown now was far too soon after what happened. You already couldn't sleep because of the recurring images that flashed through your mind, worsening what was already bad was the last thing you wanted. No. Maybe fishing was a good idea. Yeah, you had gone fishing with your father enough to know what to do. Spear fishing, perhaps? Hard to do that without a spear.

Okay, maybe fishing. If that came out unsuccessful, you had two options left. You go back to your village or you resort to thievery, and you'd rather the latter.  Maybe the cabin had some things lying around that you could use for catching something for dinner tonight.

So you get back to the cabin and began searching through the building. The cupboards held nothing of use, you had already ransacked each one in search of something that would benefit you. You had the smallest amount of food left, and you pondered the possibilities of whether using it as bait for fishing was a good idea or not. It was the last of your supply, so would you really risk it without knowing if you catching something was guaranteed?

You seated yourself in a seat with a sigh. You had no string for a line, you had nothing of good use except for a small knife you used to open a can of food you had found the day after you had escaped your village. And the knife was blunt too, you could barely cut yourself if you tried.

Okay, so maybe fishing was a no go. Then the thought came to you, you had a sudden rise of enhancement in your senses. Perhaps stealing wouldn't be as difficult as you think, you just need to keep an ear out for people who came too close to you. Yeah, that could work.

So you waited until night, tending to your injuries that you were surprised hadn't killed you yet. Your ribcage was a little deformed, bumps here and dips there. Your arms were coloured black and blue from the many bruises that you had accumulated after trying to protect yourself from your father's fatal blows. Your torso wasn't much different, but you lacked the things you needed to help everything proceed with the healing properly. You were fairly certain you had a broken rib or two, the ache was always there when you breathed.