SuperBatman4s 31 day Challenge

Day 17

Day 17: Oh dear. You - or someone else - are lost in a forest. What do you do on your first day wandering? Someone else can be there if you want. Oh, and if it's you, I want you to be true to your characteristics and skills. You may know what you want to do first, but could you as a person actually do it? Strength and bravery counts in this.

Why that's so sad, I'm gonna be lost in a forest, let's hope I packed my lunch.

I wandered around for a bit and then glanced upwards, I only went for a walk and now I've been walking around this bloody forest for the entire day, I had on me one bag which had my coat incase it rained, my lunch, two twenty pound notes, my phone, which just happened to run out of battery, and my iPod, which was also running out of battery. I stopped where I was and shivered in a cold breeze that was blowing up, knowing my luck it was gonna rain.

I pulled out my iPod and tried to get up a satellite image of where I was with no success. Swearing loudly I lent against a tree and put my head in my hands. I was more annoyed with myself then scared of being lost, see I'm weird and stubborn like that, so now I was beating myself up because I was stuck in the middle of a forest and it was starting to get dark. If worst came, to worst then I would take my coat, nip up a tree and try to light a fire. Might burn the place down but at least people would find me. Nobody knew where I was, I had purposefully left without telling because I was in a bad mood and was fuming, the mood was still with me but slowly wearing off which was probably why I wasn't so scared, that and the adrenalin rush I got running through the place.

Somewhere above me an owl hooted and scared me witless, so much for a bad mood, I grabbed a stick from the ground, it was long, strong and pointy so I felt ever so slightly safer with it. Just to be on the safe side I pulled out the few things I had grabbed for lunch and picked out the spoon, putting everything else away. Holding them both I swung the bag over my shoulder and slowly stood up.

And then collapsed on the floor as a gunshot rang through the air.

A flock of birds flew off somewhere to my right, and I realised two things at once. The gun was the farmers shot things that blow at curtain times the nearest one to me for thirty miles, and I had not traveled thirty miles, always went off at half seven. The second was the birds weren't to far away and if I travel in that direction I should reach a farm.

Running on my second adrenalin rush of the day I jogged in the direction for about forty minutes when the trees thinned and I saw a field, by now it was fully dark and I had to be careful where I stepped. The field was at the top of a hill and from it I could see how far I'd traveled. In a horse shoe shape around me the forest curved, the field followed it, to my left in the distance was a farm house, to my right a small village so like many of the others around my town, but directly in front of me about ten miles away was a town ablaze with light.

In one area a roaring fire was burning in the other a large floodlit pitch was being flooded with people and and sky was swimming with helicopters shining lights down on each other.

It took me a moment to place it and then I realised how far I had come and where exactly I was. I had come fifty miles, twice a marathon, and the town in front of me was Lochley the roughest place around. Slowly I slipped back into the trees and set off at a run back the way I had come.

I'd raver spend the night in a tree, besides I'd miss the begining of school tomorrow, it sounded a lot better than Lochley, because I'd never. Never. Ever in a million years go there, especially since the arthortitys were having a clear out.

I'd be dead in a minute.

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