Welcome to Insanity

Chapter 2

You know you made a good cover when you can't stop looking at it. I don't own anything except for my OC(s)!

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Let me just say, waking up cold is not my idea of fun. 'Specially when I'm cold, wet, and hungry.

"Sides?" I whispered sleepily as I rubbed my ice blue eyes. I heard him groan.

"Uhhg... Wha' happened?"

"Um. People shot at us. We ran. Storm passed overhead. Lighting almost hit us." I said, listing what happened. I shifted and groaned myself when I found how stiff my body was from being curled up cold for so long.

With numb fingers, I stiffly put my backpack on and slowly climbed down the tree and dropped the last few feet. I twisted my upper torso and stretched to release some tension. I grimaced when I felt me knees pop, even more when those same pops ran all up and down my spine.

Finally, after about five minutes of stretching and joint popping, I wasn't nowhere near as stiff as I was before when I first woke up. I was still stiff, but not as much. And not to mention I'm sore as frag from the 'little' run yesterday.

Rolling my shoulders, I grab my things and walk through the forest in search for breakfast.

As I walked, I came across a creek that looked like it was usually a small stream, but with the storm from last night, I'm not surprised it swelled up as much as it did. I reached into to the cold water and splashed my face a few times.

When I was done, I looked at the water and saw my reflection staring right back. I could see my dirty blonde hair with red highlights (all natural I might add) and my blue eyes that, according to Sideswipe, were the exact same color of the Autobot's optics except they didn't really glow unless Sides was the one controlling my body. I also had a light tan and soft features.

Once I was done washing my face and drinking some water, I stood up and looked at the muddy ground around me for any animal tracks. Not finding any where I am, I took out my bow and started walking upstream along the bank quietly so as not to startle anything. Coming across some tracks that looked like they belong to rabbit, I froze and quickly but quietly took out an arrow and got it ready to shoot at the first signs of movement.

Just as I moved to take a step forward, a rabbit shoots out of some bushes ahead. Without even thinking and going off of instinct, I lifted the bow, drew back the string till my thumb was touching the corner of my mouth and let the string of the bow slide out of my fingers allowing the arrow to shoot ahead all in one fluid movement. The arrow shot ahead and disappeared into the brush. A thump was quickly followed.

Walking through the brush, I found my arrow sticking out of the back of a rabbit, arrow impaled into the ground from the force of the power behind the bow. The rabbit was average size and brown with a little white tail.

I knelt down next to my soon to be breakfast and ignoring the warm blood, I slid the rabbit up the arrow so I had enough room to grab right above the arrow head so I had less likely chances to warp it and put a little dip in the arrow that would later completely throw off the arrow from hitting its target.

Pulling the arrow out of the rabbit, I quickly got to work on skinning it.

Once I was done, I washed off my hands of the cold blood in the creek and proceeded to bury the parts I wasn't going to eat. I walked a ways away from where I made my kill and proceeded to gather wood for a fire.

Once I had enough wood, I stripped off the wet bark so I could get to the dry wood inside. It soon wasn't long until I had a small fire going and had a rabbit roasting over said fire. Once the rabbit was done cooking and I was done eating, once again buried what was left of the rabbit and headed back toward the river so I could wash my hands off in the frigid water.