My ankle still hurts like fire had struck it, so I take a rest on a rock. I pant heavily, and can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Taking out a bottle, I suck on the last remains of water that I have left in it. My lungs burn from the cold, and I shiver like crazy now. Luckily, my jacket produces some warmth from my body heat after running, but the rest of my body still feels like a block of ice.
Being no surprise to my enemies, I'm quite skillful when it comes to climbing trees. This is the only place where I can spend the night, and now that my ankle's flesh has been torn off, I know I'll have to lay low. I figure that laying low would be a much more preferable option for both my ankle and warmth, since the wind is blowing harder as the trees grow higher. Building a fire is ignorant, so I wrap myself in my sleeping bag and lay under a branch with the perfect canopy. As the wind blows hard with a mix of snow and ice, I stare at nothing but the stars, my pistol in hand. Dinner will have to wait. My stomach continues in a series of loud growling and pain throughout the night.
Tonight will be the first night that I starve and freeze.
When it's morning, I wake up to find a white out, which was found a problem and solution. I would have to fight my way through and search endlessly for the market, but it will make it harder for my enemies to locate me as long as I don't make too much noise. After climbing carefully back down to the hard earth, I continue to stare at the whiteness that swirls before me.
I scowl at the fact that I have to go out into that monstrous storm to go into town to trade some game for bullets. All that I could hunt and actually kill were some squirrels and a goose. It wasn't enough for some decent food, but it could get me a pack of new bullets and maybe a pair of gloves.
I pull the straps of my bag tight and stand, feeling a chill run down my body. As I step gingerly through the thick snow, hoping not to be spotted, I realize that I'm an easy target because of my heavy boots. Slipping them off, I wince in pain as my bare feet walk across the cold snow. I'll end up with frostbite for sure.
I can hear the chilling screams of people being murdered, stabbed, or however else a human could die within this forest. Stepping up the pace, I barely feel my toes as I trudge through the snow. If people are being killed in this kind of weather, there are eager pursuers. I decide to take a shortcut though the woods, still barely being able to see. I hear a giant crackkk in the woods. Someone is nearby. Pulling out my knife, I'm ready to fight, but find that it's only a weak tree branch that fell from the heavy snow.
Having barely made it to the market after a long time of searching and dodging, a sniper with an arrow takes his chances and it brushes past my forehead. It wasn't close enough to break the skin, but close enough to feel the arrow pass by. I hear a rustle in the trees, and, with my trusty knife, I throw it in the direction of the arrow. A perfect throw is made as my enemy cries out in agony and collapses about three seconds later.
I whip open the frozen door, slamming it hard when I enter the old market. It was a run down shack with an old bar, which I never understand why we need one. We certainly shouldn't be having drunk people running around trying to blow up the place. However, a good drink once in a while could easily take the fact that you've just killed a man off your mind.
Thankfully, there was one rule in the market: You can't kill anyone.
I make sure my knife is tucked securely in my pocket as I slip my boots back on. My feet are numb, and instantly I know that I have frostbite. Stepping, or more like stomping, to the counter, I pull out my game, showing it to the dealer, Kenton Alveres. The drinkers have been far too drunk to notice that I had even come in, and continue drinking and shouting. Alveres examines each squirrel and the goose carefully.
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Reliance [COMPLETED]
Sci-fi"The rules in Salan are that you have to survive and live on your own, with of course, the option of having allies that last until you each have enough to survive. That's where backstabbing begins. I've never had any alliances so far, and don't plan...