This Wasn't Supposed To Happen

Chapter 3: Just Keep Walking

            "I always loved fighting. I was in tikyando until...I "lost interest" I could train on that. My archery isn't that bad either." These are the kinds of things you start thinking about after walking for over 2 days.

           You never think of things until it's too late. Of course I knew I was getting hungry but I completely forgot about the quenching thirst of water. My throught is so dry I feel like I've swallowed hair. Dehydration is probably going to get me before the monsters do. I've lost all hope, not only because of thirst but, the fact that I haven't seen a single drop of water since I started walking. How big is this place? How did my leg heal that fast? What was that monster? And are there any more? I kept on walking for what seemed like 2 hours but then I heard it,

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         I always hated that noise because it ment "something" was broken. But not this time. This time it was the most beautiful sound in the world. It was water. Now I just need to find it.

           I new the water wasnt from behind me so onwards i went. There was no sound. Left? No. Right? No. I must have been hallucinating. And now I've spent all of my energy trying to find what didn't exist. I give up. I lay on the floor hoping to pass over in my sleep.

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         "Wait what?" I thought
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          It was water. It was water! I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life. It was right underneath me. Underneath me? I have to dig? But dig I will, because I can't afford not to. I start digging down. I didn't know how far into to the Earth the water was but I had to get to it. I kept on digging and digging, but there was no difference. There wasn't even a moisteness in the water. I had been digging so long that the skin on the tip of my fingers were no longer there and the dirt between my finger nails were so deep into my nail I didn't know if I would ever be able to get it out.

                But I kept on digging. I won't stop till I can't move my hands. Then I felt it, wetness in the dirt. At this point I was so far into the hole that my hole body could fit in it. I was tired. Sore and fatigued. So I just started kicking, ramming, into the floor...and then I fell. Maybe digging straight down into what I knew was a cave wasn't the best idea. Where's Minecraft when you need it? Luckly I was fine, aside from the throbbing pain in my ass. I didn't care about the pain because I found, water? There was a tar-like substance. It was gooey, clumpy, and smelly- oh it was smelly. It smelled almost of rotten flesh,(in which I wouldn't be surprised if it were). But I already had one foot in the bucket and I had been through too much to let my efforts go to waste. So I drank it.

       I gagged. It tasted just like how it smelled. My body rejected it more than it would reject hair from a raccoon. I kept it down though and was astonished. The fatigue was completely gone just like that, and I was soothed with the comfort of the perfect sleep. And most importantly the thirst. The thirst was completely washed away. Sure, it was absolutely revolting but the pros most defentily out weighed the cons.

        I turned to my left and a chill instantly ran down my spine. There was a skelton with no flesh in sight, and with in it's hand was a book. I contemplated it for a while. My brain told me no, but when did I ever listen to my brain? I slowly picked up the book. I didn't know where my faith was at the time but I praid for the remains instinctively before opening the book.

October 9, 1998

        Hi my name is Ryan. And I have always veen intersested in writting so I always carry a journal for the "perfect" story. And this is the one. One moment I was laying on my bed, and now I'm here. Maybe I'm just dreaming but I can't risk this chance. I'm by myself right now but I don't know if there will be others.

         He continued writting about his life before he got there in which, no offense, I didn't care about. Skip, skip, skip there were about 120 pages that I skiped, and probably shouldn't have. And so I continued.

December 10, 1998

          This isn't as exciting as I thought. If I didn't have this journal I would go crazy in less than a week. I wish I could say that but I can't. I am currently terrified for my life, hiding, for my life. There's a monster out there, looking for me. As I was running for my life I slid into a cave. But before that the monster spoke:
"Qiv pfl dp dqjkvi?" after that it stared straight at me and seemed to have gotten angry. Terrified I ran and didn't look back 3 seconds after I took a step his would follow. And now I'm here.
It's been what I feel like 1 hour now and I've been trying so hard to decode what the monster said. But I've finally found out. I had to start on the letter which was said and go back 10 letters in the english alphabet. And when I was done it read.
             " Are you my master?"
      I don't know what could control whatever I saw but I know it would be much worst. I don't want to leave this cave, I can't leave this cave. I'm too scared.

      I closed the book. I had read all that I needed to. Decode huh? I guess I 'll decode mine.

              "Master your back?"