Alone

Making Camp

Now, it was time to make camp. I went out into the jungle, still fascinated by the praising rocks. I was looking for something that I could make a hammock out of. It had to be bendable but still strong. Just then, I heard something behind me. It sounded like a twig snapping in half. I turned around quickly, but all I saw was my shadow.

I then went on my way to look for supplies to make a makeshift hammock. I came across some bamboo that I bound together to make two sturdy poles. I'd use these to tie the hammock to. Then I found this strange material. It was bendable, and strong at the same time. It didn't look natural. It looked like someone placed it there for me to find. It was just a shade darker than beige and had the texture of a thick type of tin foil. Afterwards, I headed back to camp and set the supplies I had found next to the Sky Needle.

I was so hungry. It felt like I hadn't eaten in days. But more importantly, I was thirsty. It felt like I had all of the liquids in my body just sucked out of me. So, I went adventuring. In order to survive in this wretched place, I had to find food and water. I was desperate. You can't imagine the panic I felt. I felt like my world was ending. I didn't want to give up. If anything, I was at my peak. I was as strong as I'll ever be. I hobbled through the jungle. Searching, praying, that I'll find something, anything, that will take this feeling away. I felt myself getting weaker by the second.

I fell to the dirt and felt small rocks poke at my sides. I clawed across the ground. I grabbed at everything. I used the roots of the trees to drag myself across the ground. I glanced upward for a fleeting second. I saw what would save me, water. It was about twenty feet away but it looked like a mile. I grabbed the trunk of a tree and hauled myself up onto my feet. I pushed off of the tree and half ran, half fell, into the water. I felt it wash over my body. I felt the icy cold chill of the water. But what felt the best, was opening my mouth and savoring the blissful liquid. My throat was renewed. My power was restored. After drinking enough water, I ran my hands through my hair. Then, I noticed something. My gloves had changed. Instead of being regular leather gloves, they had some sort of webbing in between the fingers. Before I could inspect them any longer, I felt something rising in my throat, and it didn't taste good. I rushed out of the water and felt an acidic liquid rush out my throat faster than I could even try and stop it. Afterwards, I looked back at the water. I needed to remember this location. I needed to be able to get back here. So, I engraved it in my memory. I walked back to the Sky Needle and made my hammock. I felt drained of all of my energy. So, I slept once again.