Missed My Stop

Chapter Two: The Frying Pan Saved My Life

Snap.

I clutched the bloody frying pan close to me. What was that? I nervously looked around, until I heard something snap under my feet. I looked down at the ground and saw I stepped on a twig.

I sighed with relief. "Just a false alarm."

I've been walking in the dangerous wilderness for hours. After Selah, I mean Shopping Cart Selah left me at the bus stop I should have followed the direction where she went. She might have been heading to civilization. But thanks to me and my no sense of direction, I went to the other direction and stumbled into the forest. I have horrible sense of direction, even my GPS gave up on me when I was looking for a place to eat out.

The sky was slowly getting brighter, the sun was coming up. It's almost dawn, but it's still a bit dark out. I stopped walking and decided to rest a bit. My feet were aching that I just wanted them to just fall off. I leaned against a tree and slowly slid down to the forest floor, sitting up.

My hands studied the frying pan that's my only weapon. It's one of those non-stick frying pans that are very light and has a good grip handle. I used up all the pepper spray on a tree after I bumped into it. When I crashed into it, I screamed and sprayed it. It wasn't until the can was empty and I felt the bark did I realize it was just a tree. I felt so stupid when I did that, since I only have a frying pan to protect me. It's not like it'll actually save my life.

Snap.

I stiffened and looked down at my shoes, I didn't break any twigs. I slowly stood up, gripping the frying pan tightly.

"Who's there?" I demanded, trying to show confidence in my voice. "I-I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it."

My heart started beating fast. I heard leaves crunching a few feet away from me. Is it an animal that's going to eat me in one sitting? I'm too young to die, there's so many things I never got to do. I can't end like this. I can't be found on the front page of a newspaper, Girl Found Eaten by Bear. I was trembling, my legs were shaking but planted to the ground.

The footsteps were becoming louder, closer. Suddenly, a large figure jumped in front of me. I shrieked and shut my eyes as I swung my frying pan in front of me. I hit something very hard with the frying pan.

Thunk.

The thing crashed onto the ground. I stood there, gasping for air. I pointed my frying pan at the big figure. If it moved, I will start thwacking it until it won't move anymore. I poked the large body with my frying pan, hesitantly.

"Is it dead?" I silently asked myself.

I heard a groan. I screamed and jumped away, holding the frying pan close to me. The body shifted and slowly stood up. I raised my frying pan over my head ready to have the thing meet my fury.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Someone exclaimed. "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Wait, give me a sec."

I heard a click and a bright light came to life. It came from a portable lantern that someone was carrying. I looked at who turned it on and saw it was a guy.

He looked around my age, maybe a year older even. He has short black hair with bangs that hung over his eyes. His bright blue eyes were staring at me in the light. He was quite tall, and a very muscular liked he worked out time to time. He was wearing a bright red shirt and khaki cargo pants with brown hiking boots laced up to his knees. He carried a huge, green hiking backpack with a sleeping bag tied on top of it. From the looks of it he must be a hiker.

He rubbed his head, staring at what I was holding in my hand.

"Did you just hit me with a frying pan?" He asked in disbelief.