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Jul 31, 2011 18:04:55 GMT -8
Post by taro420 on Jul 31, 2011 18:04:55 GMT -8
Strange...
I couldn't believe it. In this world, ever since the incident, everyone was out for blood. I'd find myself in a very arid, inhospitable land after being kidnapped. Could you believe that? Kidnapped. I retraced what had happened in my head, how I'd gotten here. I'd been buying groceries, supplies for my journey as I was intending to begin a nomadic life. Then, without warning darkness would shroud my vision as a black cloth bag was quickly shoved over my head. I kicked, screamed, struggled - but from what I could feel there were a lot of them. Then, a blow to the head and the real darkness began. I woke up after a little while, I couldn't tell how much time had passed, only that I was mobile. I'd been strapped to a horse, one that was galloping and rocking me up and down with each trot. With much difficulty, I managed to dislodge myself from my bindings and I fell off the horse. That hurt - I bruised my shoulder and I could still feel it now. They'd made the mistake of tying my wrists together in front of my body instead of against my back - it was an easy task to rub the bag off my head and bite the binds away. Cheap rope, again, not difficult. Taking off my shoes would release the binds around my ankles, and as I looked around I'd find myself in a random ass place, rock formations all round me, sun blaring down onto my untanned skin, no civilization in sight. The horse I'd been on was now far away, riding off into the distance. I figured it'd be dead in a few days. As I took in my surroundings, I didn't think anything could survive here. Of course, all the stuff I'd just bought was gone. And then I remembered - I didn't even have a chance to pay when they fucking jumped me. Well, at least there was no wasted money.
But still, how the hell would I escape this predicament?
My eyebrows flattened against my forehead, partially to shield my eyes from the sun and partially from my recognizing the seriousness of the situation. My eyes portrayed my confusion, but their attentive and contemplative stature would also reveal my determination.
Determination to get out of this place. Determination to survive...