FEARED [II AU]

[6] | The Flames Arrive

Trophy navigated through the woods, seemingly out of breath. He looked into his backpack again, wood, drinks, clothes, a weapon. He had almost everything he needed to survive. The only thing he requires is a place to rest– a cave. He looked around, looking for any sign of a cave. The only thing he saw were trees and birds flying around. Disappointed, he continued walking around.

Trophy didn't know a ton about surviving skills, but he did train for shooting. Shooting probably isn't the best idea, since guns are incredibly loud. He didn't want to attract attention. He was taught by his father, who was an actual hunter. The only time he saw him hunt was when they were training, but Trophy never actually saw his dad go by himself.

Probably because he had an important job already.

He hated to admit it, but Trophy was never really that interested in guns. He preferred a crossbow, since it was much quieter than a gunshot. He wanted to know how to shoot with a crossbow, but his dad never suggested it. He said crossbows were tacky and boring, Trophy thought of the opposite. But now Trophy wielded a gun, thanks to the nightguard. He felt satisfied with holding a useful weapon, but he didn't like how he achieved it. The only other weaponed he owned was his knife, but he never actually bothered to use it to kill animals.

Trophy fidgeted with his knife, feeling the forest breeze hit his face. He closed his eyes, embracing it.

The forest is so beautiful...

Too bad I had to kill someone in here, but hopefully no one knows.

Trophy was willing to give up for the day. It was exhausting. He set his backpack down and picked up his half-cooked meat. He grabbed a large rock that was nearby, placing the meat on top. With his knife, Trophy cut the raw part out, placing it back in the ziplock bag. He looked down at the cooked meat, licking his lips before gnawing on it. It was tough, but it was still edible. Trophy savored the taste and feeling, knowing he probably wouldn't have any good steak for a while. If he wants food, he'll have to hunt for it now. Trophy sighed, knowing he didn't have a place to sleep. He gathered a pile of long leaves, he didn't bring a blanket with him. Trophy stared at a large rock, it was flat. Maybe he should use it as a pillow? But then again, rocks are hard, it's not even near to being as comfortable as a pillow. He didn't use the rock, dirt was... gross, but at least it was much more comfortable than a rock.

Trophy slept on the ground, shivering slightly.

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Baseball walked on the sidewalk with a hopeful smile on his face. He held his backpack firmly as he wandered. He saw the bridge, the bridge. Chop and Build, it was nearby. Although Baseball didn't know how to cross, many cars were passing by, and he didn't want to risk getting run over.

But then again..

The forest.

The land wasn't fully separated. The woods were the only way to cross. But Baseball didn't really like the woods as much as he used to. Baseball looked both ways before crossing the road, he headed towards the forest.

Baseball wasn't that much of a hiker– or an explorer. Sure, he loved nature, but he never bothered to actually try to survive in it. He knew it could be dangerous, there are many ways he could die inside them. Starvation, blood poisoning– if you were attacked, tackled by an animal, and possibly eaten, hydration, blood loss– anything really. He didn't bother to actually explore, he never had the desire to. He only enjoyed it for its looks.