The Unknown

Chapter 1: Lost

I am walking through the forest like I do everyday, having my usual fun before I have to get home to my mom for dinner. Mmmmm. The though of dinner made my stomach ache. I can't believe after all these times walking through this forest that of all things I got lost. "My mom always used to tell me that I should be careful out here and to never stay out past sunset. She says that so I don't miss dinner, but if you ask me I think it's because it's deadly at night. And inhuman things come out and maul you in your sleep. I heard a few stories once that this one guy went out on a hike in these woods. They say he was looking for a good place to camp. But as night drew they haven't heard anything from him, thought maybe he found the perfect spot. Until they heard his bloodcurdling scream that they reconized as his. Well, anyway I'm just worrying myself, those are all just rumors." As I look up at the sky I see the sunsetting. "Damn" I thought. "Moms probably worried sick. Well might as well make a little shelter." I took off my backpack with some food and water in it and pulled out my hachet. I twirl it around in my hand noticing how much it was gleaming as the setting sun was glowing on its sharp edge. I get up and stretch my legs for some reason. Then, I set of for some sticks.

"Chop, Chop, chop." Was the sound it made while I used my hatchet to try and cut up a fallen tree branch. I was planning to us these to make a little shelter against a tree. But, my chopping was doing absolutely nothing. After I got one piece from over 15 minutes I went back to the backpack and saw the perfect tree. It was a thick tall tree, slanted like a slope. From the the top were a few thick vines. I was glad to have noticed it right now, cause the sun was just starting to go down. "Shit..!!" I panicked as I was losing sun fast and I noticed I still hadn't had a fire started. I gathered a few twigs and some occasional grass on the ground, but I don't have anything to set it off with. No lighter, no match, no nothing.

Not even some flint. Then it hit me. I got on my hands and knees looking for a rock, I didn't what size as long as it was bigger than my palm. I couldn't find any that size so I had to improvise. I grabbed a rock that I had to hold in both hands and I heaved it over my head with a grunt. Then with at all my forced I threw it right at a bigger rock inside a hill. I put my hands over my eyes to shield from the flying debris. The debris was sent up in a puff of white powder. I uncovered my eyes as the debris stopped and I dropped down to look for a good piece. Finally I found it.

I returned to my shelter and I got a fire pit made and set of the fire with the kindling on top. I grabbed the rock and took out my hatchet. It was almost pitch black out so it was hard to see as to my eyes haven't fully adjusted to the dark yet. So, I took the rock in one hand and held the hatchet in the other. I raised the hatchet above my head and struck it down across the rock with a slight screech that stung my ears. As the hatchet made contact I saw sparks fly. When I saw them I got all jittery and I was amazed it actually worked. A few sparks landed on the dead grass but not enough to lit it. So I kept on striking until I slammed down with a lot of force. I the hatchet came swinging down I completely hit the rock and hit my hand. I screamed in agony as I saw blood leak out. I did the only thing I could do at the time. I grabbed the hilt and gripped it tightly as I yanked it outta my hand with a scream. I felt warm tears sleep outta my eyes as the pain flooded through my body. Finally I brought down the hatchet and made enough sparks lit the kindling. I leaned down and blew on the fire gently. When it started to get pitch black I could finally sleep. Then tomorrow I will be able to find my way back home...