I'm slipping into the depths. My breathing is slowly getting more shallow. Looking around I see nothing but pitch black darkness. A smile settled upon my lips feels so foreign to me. My face is wet but I can't tell what from. Feeling a sharp pain deep within my chest my air is fully taken away. My head is pounding and my body is aching. Screaming out but no sound comes out and that's when I feel the water fill my lungs. Shooting up out of the water I begin to cough it all up. Crying out for help but no one is near me. All I feel is the cold air hitting my face and the waves pulling me back under. Tugging at my legs, arms, head-I feel as if I'm being ripped apart. The waves threw me into a rock wall and that's when I came back to reality. Gripping harshly onto the crumbling wall I try to hold on and not get washed away. My shirt is covered in a dark stain, dark enough to differentiate it from the damp colors caused by water, which I presumed was blood from the impact. Unable to hold on I slip off and the last thing I feel is the impact of my head against the cliff.
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Pounding head, damp body, and a painful constant peck against my side, I slowly begin to come to and groan in misery. Trying to open my eyes against the blinding sunlight, I see the faint shape of something beside me. After allowing my eyes a second to adjust I realize there's a vulture pulling away at my shirt getting nips of my skin with it. All I can get out is a muddled groan and try to move but struggle due to weakness, which in return made the bird hop to the side. Not enough to scare it off. Slightly I'm able to move my hand to my side where I can faintly see a stain of brown on my shirt. The movement causes me to wince in pain and a deep red begins to ooze back out over the dried stain.
As I lay in the gritty sand, hearing the waves hitting the shore I realize I've crashed upon, I wonder how I ended up in this predicament. Last thing I can remember I was having a few drinks with my friends on a shoddy rundown boat. That's when I remember I found myself in the water smacked against a cliffs edge. Unsure of how the events came to be I just keep my eyes closed as the sunlight and thinking makes the pounding in my head harder. I've most likely got a concussion and the obnoxious flap of the vultures wings around me are of no help. Making small movements to keep them off my flesh they finally get annoyed move onto a dead fish washed up near me.
Gaining some strength, I roll onto my unwounded side and slowly easy myself up into a sitting position. Through squinted eyes I look around to get a sense of my surroundings. In front of me is an ocean and behind me seems to be an area of wooded land. I'm not sure if it's a forest as I can't see how dense or far it seems to span.
First things first, I need to ensure my wound isn't as serious as it could be. Lifting my shirt ever so slightly I look down and am relieved to see it's just a small laceration and not something lodged into my side, nothing in need of stitches. A little pressure and small bandage and it should stop bleeding in no time. At least that's what I learned while working with animals. Easing myself up off the ground, my whole body popping in refusal as I do so, I make my way to the wooded edge. Finding some dry lumber, I make a pile for a future fire in case the temperature were to drop with the sun. After gathering plenty of wood, dry scraps for starter, and some nice rocks to hopefully get a spark I begin looking for a safe-ish spot to hunker down.
Not wanting to wander too far from my initial crash site I only walk into the brush for around 10 minutes where I find a old looking cabin. Not trashed or falling apart it looks as if there may be some form of human life caring for it. From the shore it's completely hidden away and not even noticeable. Walking up I can hear movement inside though it seems like no light peeks through the windows. Gently knocking on the door, I make my presence known and the house falls silent.
"Hello? I'm sorry to disturb you but I'm not sure how I ended up here and I'm wounded. I heard you in there if you could please open the door and help me." I said out. From behind the closed door, I could hear a deep voice mumbling and some shuffling footsteps. Gently the door creaks open and all I see is a tall figure with brown moppy hair covering their face peak around it. From the house I can smell herbs and spices and before I can say anything a deep voice pulls my attention. "If you feel comfortable with it, you may enter."
Thanking the tall man I cautiously enter the cabin as he awkwardly stands to the side, studying me of sorts. He motions for me to take a seat at a table that looks to be hand crafted out of wood along with its chairs. I take a seat and wince at the bending of my torso. The sound catching his attention and his eyes shoot to my side where some blood oozes out. Watching him, he walks over to a cupboard and grabs out some items that seem to be for a bandage and disappears into a separate room. He then walks back in and leads me to what seems to be a bathroom before closing the door behind me. Locking the door, I take off my shirt and begin caring for my wound. Wrapping and cleaning it, I find that he also placed some clothes along the counter for me. Awkward but grateful I changed my clothes and poked my head out of the door.
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Well I guess that's chapter 1 😂 I honestly had no clue where to go with it or where to stop it at as each point seemed like a weird stopping spot but here we go. I've not written in years and figured I'd give it a shot again. I'm not quite sure where this story will go but I'm feeling like a vampire vibe so that's probably what I'll do with it. If you enjoy let me know, if not also let me know I'm welcome to any form of criticism!
Enjoy!
