We all know the story of how Alex Vreeke was sucked away from our world and into the game Jumanji. But what about when a character from the game gets sucked into our world...
My second 'Jumanji' story! Theresa Ross is a teaching assistant at Brantf...
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Terri followed close behind him as he led her through the trees and back to the camp. It was ironic almost, that she was so willing returning to the place she had just hastily fled from.
Much like the rest of the jungle, it looked very different at night, while shrouded in shadows and firelight. But still it was pretty much the same - the men bustled about, working on either their weapons or bikes. Some marched around the perimeter, keeping watch. They all paused in their work to glance at her as she walked by.
"Back to work," the dark-eyed man ordered, and they obeyed.
Terri was thankful - their stares made her slightly uncomfortable and she found herself inching closer to him. Their arms brushed through the leather sleeve of his jacket and cotton sleeve of her shirt - heat flared up her arm at the brief contact and she was thankful for the cover of night to hide her suddenly blushing cheeks.
Soon she was seated before the fire. Night had just fallen, so it wasn't late but she still felt exhausted - all this trying-to-remember-and-piece-everything-together was truly tiresome, and tedious.
She hugged her knees to her chest, soaking up the warmth of the flames. It was kind of funny how during the day it could get so hot that it felt like your skin was melting off, and then at night the temperature would drop and the jungle would be plunged into a chill. She hadn't noticed she was shivering a little, though some of it was still from the encounter with the snake.
She evidently wasn't the only one to notice her shivers, for moments later she felt something soft and heavy go around her shoulders and looking up found that he had removed his long leather coat and had draped it around her.
"T-thanks." She was touched and comforted by the gesture - although she still had her uncertainties, she knew that as long as she was with him, no harm would come to her, and that much was comforting.
She pulled the coat tighter around herself and breathed in its scent, his scent: leather, smoke from the fire, jungle, cologne. It smelled - familiar. She breathed in again - maybe it would jog her memory.
But then she realized she must appear rather funny, nose buried in his coat like that, so she stopped and tried to focus on the scent as it lingered in her nostrils - yes, familiar, and comforting.
He asked if she was hungry, and she thanked him but declined - almost being devoured by a giant snake had cast aside her appetite.
She removed her gloves and held her palms up before the flames which stung her skin with warmth. Her eyes were drawn to the flicker of the flames across the diamond on her ring. It kept surprising her, each time she looked at it, as she guessed it would have after first getting married. But she also kept forgetting about it, like she was used to having it, used to wearing it all the time.
She stared at it for another moment more before concealing it again with her glove.
"Terri." Turning, she saw that he was gesturing for her to follow him. He led her inside the largest tent. It was quite spacious: there was a desk stacked with books and papers, a large map and compass, and lantern. There was a cot, a chair, two large trunks, and there was still lots of room.
