I woke up with blood surrounding me. I could taste it in my mouth. I spit up alot of it, it was probably comming from my ribs.
My arm had been split open. It was a gruesome mess. After i gathered my wits, i remembered that there were medical supplies in the house, only i didnt know if i could get back down there.
I managed to make myself get up. I entered the bathroom, grabbed a needle and thread from the medicine cabinet, and grabbed the rubbing alcohol from the shelf. There were some bandages in Dad's old dresser, so i grabbed those.
Once back in the treehouse, i cleaned the cut. It hurt like Hell. But the stitches were worse. With each stitch, i get more dizzy. I almost passed out. After 7 stitches, i bandaged it up, collapsed on the floor, and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, i woke up with a sharp pain shooting from my head to my back. My stomach wasn't as purple and my eye stopped throbbing. I noticed my vision was alot clearer. I felt stronger, but damn was i starving!
I grabbed my stuff and easily climbed down the ladder. I went into the woods and found a deer frolicking through the open grass area. I pulled out my knife, a gun would make too much noise. I slowly crept up on it. As soon as it turned to face me, i stabbed it in the back. I must've hit the right nerve, because it just collapsed and couldn't get back up. I pulled out the knife and stabbed in the head.
I dragged it back to the house and skinned it. It wasnt as bad as i thought. I started a fire once i took everything out of it and cut away the meat. There was plenty of wood around and some broken furniture laying around for me to burn. I actually had a decent meal. Well, i kinda ate the entire thing within minutes. It felt good to be full for once.
That night, i slept in the treehouse again. I felt really weird. I couldnt sleep at all. I kept feeling this pain from my head to my back. Suddenly my entire body ached. I screamed in pain. My face felt like it was stretching. I looked at my hands, which were covered in fur.
My hat fell off as i rolled on the floor, screaming. I felt my bones break and grow at the same time, i was completely covered in dark brown fur.
My clothes ripped to shreds. "OH GOD!!!" I screamed, but it sounded more like a snarl. I could no longer stand, only walk on fours. I went to scream again, but what came out was a howl. This couldn't be real... I was a wolf!
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Wolf Survivor
FanfictionTWDG fanfic: Clementine is 14 years old. She is on her own, she lost Kenny to the walkers, and AJ to the cold. She faces many challenges and discovers something that she never knew she had.