Pixel Gun 3D Story Time

Winter Wonderland

  "You're hurt, Mister Dunmoore." Alice eyed him as he dug out the bullets from the pig's head. "I'll go find a health point."

  "It's fine. I don't feel it anymore," he lied, tossing away the bullets before standing up. He inwardly winced at the bloodstained grass catching the last of the sun's rays. "Let's go find some wood so we can roast this thing." She silently exhaled and nodded, and they strode off to the trees. "Okay, you go get some branches and pile them up, but separate three of the longest and thickest. I'll go chop a tree down." She wondered how he would do it since they didn't have an axe.

  He pulled out his knife and used it to saw away at the tree at a surprisingly fast speed. Seeing this, she went to a different tree and shimmied up it with ease, snapping off branches when she got to the top and making her way down as she broke them.

  She started to drag them back when she heard creaking, and she watched as Rick drove his shoulder into a tree. With that final push, it toppled over and smashed onto the ground.

  'Woah,' she thought, impressed as she organized the branches into a pile. After a bit of searching, she pulled out the three pieces of wood that he asked for.

  "I've got the rest, you go wait," he grunted, heaving the entire tree until he was almost to the rocky wall she dumped the pile by, then let it drop to the ground. He paused for a few seconds to catch his breath. He wiped off the blood flowing down his face, then cut a part of the tree off and rolled the log up to the pile so it could act as a seat. "You have the sticks?" She pointed to the trio of wood. "Nice. Excuse me for a minute please." He took two of them and started carving into one end.

Her eyes darted to a glowing red object tucked away into a crevice in the overhang. Silently, she went over to it and pulled it out, covered it with her hands, and tiptoed back. Curious, she watched him plant one pronged stick into the ground, then whittling into the other before sticking that one on the other side of the pile.

He took out a nozzled gun and held the trigger for a few seconds, then let go and put it away, watching the wood go up in flames. He took the pig and impaled it on the last stick. He placed this onto the prongs and exhaled, wiping blood off of his ashen face. He looked back at Alice, who had a face of awe, and grinned. "Ta-da."

"How did you learn to do that?" she inquired. She moved over and sat down next to him, feeling the point in her hands.

  "My parents taught me how to camp out. I lived in a much more isolated place before, after all," he explained, slowly turning the stick to heat up the pig.

  "Mister, you're getting pale," Alice noted, staring at his ghastly skin. "Please, you need a health point." He held his head and sighed, feeling a bit lightheaded.

  "Go ahead," he muttered. She felt a pang, but she took the point and placed it on his clammy cheek. She let it heal all the way. "Thanks."

  She nodded and watched him turn the pig over the flames. It was soothing to watch for some reason.

  "By the way, before I found you, I got a few water bottles. If you're thirsty, you can have some," he told her. At that very moment, she remembered her parched throat, and she dug in, pulled out a bottle, and gulped down some of the water, careful not to touch the edge. When her throat stopped to ache, she held out the bottle to Rick. "I'm not thirsty."

"You lost a lot of blood, you need water," she scolded. He looked her over for a few seconds before chuckling. "What?"

  "I actually haven't had any water for a whole day," he said. He took the bottle and chugged it down until there was nothing left. He stood.