Uncharted

Chapter 1

Sometimes we question what life has in store for us. And when everything goes spiraling downwards, we try to find something to blame. We all do it, there's always something to blame. Because we simply don't want to believe that bad things just happen. And i am no exception. I blame those men that took my family for leaving me completely alone. Whether they are alive or dead doesn't make a difference. I'm still lost and confused.

All of these years in silence has lead me to believe that my fate may be the same as theirs, but at least they were went out fighting, not giving up. But me? Nobody is ever going to come to my rescue, and they way that life is right now, i will sure be gone without any fight at all. Living in the trees among the animals brings a sort of peace. At least i'm given that reassurance. I doubt that anybody else can say the same.

Despite still living in the trees feeling the same, I've never stayed in the same place. Always on the move, with no exact destination in mind. I know that my destination isn't just about the physical, but all i know is that i cannot give up, and keep pushing hard. Over the years, my motivation has weaned. And there have been times where i have almost lost all hope. Being alone in your head all of this time can really get to you. But it has also been proven that it can work as a benefit as well. When left alone inside your head, you learn your weaknesses, your fears, hopes and dreams. And while being pestered by thoughts that haunt my memories i learn to improve on every single mistake I've ever made. With these replaying in my head over and over again, even though they haunt me every day of my life, i learn not only how to fix them, but to never let that mistake ever again.

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These pathways that i take through the trees are always very scattered and unpredictable, because there has never been another person to navigate through the the dense area of trees.

At least until now.

Everything has been different recently. There have been set paths, clearings of the trees that make the path through the dirt very clear and obvious. They look like what would have been made if a whole herd of deer in a single file line somehow were able to push the trees and plants aside as they went along. Except i knew this wasn't caused by deer. It was man.

Even though i haven't interacted with man in many years, i still study them from afar. From the families that i have observed, it is as if my mothers words were spoken by the devil himself, that they were so untrue. I still keep my distance, often reminding myself that my mothers words had to have truth to them because my family could be potentially dead because they were trying to protect me from an evil that only man could possess, so evil that my family couldn't look me in the eyes and tell me what i was running from before they pushed me out the door.