Survival 101 - (Finding Mike)
Survival 101 - Finding Mike
Game 2
Blog Entry 16
Damien, Ryan, Alice, Amaru and Leaf scurried the area for a moment, still finding no one while night was beginning to settle in. Amaru was first to speak, his voice weak and strangled with disgust while he pointed behind thick folliage where he found two rotting bodies. Damien and Ryan took a look at what the mage had found: two dead men whose corpses had already bloated with decomposition. They were still intact enough to show heavy marks and bruises caused by fighting.
Alice kept looking, until, behind the curtains of one of the tents, she found another body with its face in the dirt. She called out to the men who were still investigating their find, and turned the body over on its back. It felt heavy and stiff, as if it had been filled with sand. Mike stared up at her with wide, but expressionless eyes. Life had gone out of them a while back. His throat was lacerated into a deep cut, from left to right like a second, red, toothless grin. Dirt had filled it, bugs as well. The blood from the deep gash had coagulated. Mike's clothes were ripped, from his pants to his shirt. It had gone into a dark pink shade as it had absorbed the blood coming from more gaping wounds on the chest and below.
The smell of rot had already begun filling the air as soon as she had moved the corpse over. She had to cover her mouth and nose with her hand, standing up to let the others glance down at what remained of Mike Ironside.
This had happened a while back, but not nearly late enough for the body to start decomposing to an unrecognizable shape.
"That's him alright...", Damien whispered, "What the heck were you doing to get into so much trouble?"
The corpse only looked with gaping eyes back, the red gash in his throat grinning further in response. Ryan sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head softly. Mike had been the kind to head off on his own, getting into a lot of trouble, but no trouble was so great his packmates would not have been able to help. Guilt momentarily filled the leader, and now, he had no idea what to do. Burying him seemed like the right answer, the right, human way of thinking answer, but at the same time, he felt it was not quite right.
Not quite right until a little evening fog settled in above his feet and covered Mike like a soft sheet. And still he remained stuck there, watching and watching, while the sheet covered Mike some more and some more and eventually, it was impossible to see him at all, and it was impossible to see ten feet before you, then five feet, then two feet.
Alice rubbed at her arms and shuddered violently, her breath shaping the fog at her lips.
And they knew then that something was wrong.
They knew something was coming.
But they saw nothing.
To be continued...
Game 2
Blog Entry 16
Damien, Ryan, Alice, Amaru and Leaf scurried the area for a moment, still finding no one while night was beginning to settle in. Amaru was first to speak, his voice weak and strangled with disgust while he pointed behind thick folliage where he found two rotting bodies. Damien and Ryan took a look at what the mage had found: two dead men whose corpses had already bloated with decomposition. They were still intact enough to show heavy marks and bruises caused by fighting.
Alice kept looking, until, behind the curtains of one of the tents, she found another body with its face in the dirt. She called out to the men who were still investigating their find, and turned the body over on its back. It felt heavy and stiff, as if it had been filled with sand. Mike stared up at her with wide, but expressionless eyes. Life had gone out of them a while back. His throat was lacerated into a deep cut, from left to right like a second, red, toothless grin. Dirt had filled it, bugs as well. The blood from the deep gash had coagulated. Mike's clothes were ripped, from his pants to his shirt. It had gone into a dark pink shade as it had absorbed the blood coming from more gaping wounds on the chest and below.
The smell of rot had already begun filling the air as soon as she had moved the corpse over. She had to cover her mouth and nose with her hand, standing up to let the others glance down at what remained of Mike Ironside.
This had happened a while back, but not nearly late enough for the body to start decomposing to an unrecognizable shape.
"That's him alright...", Damien whispered, "What the heck were you doing to get into so much trouble?"
The corpse only looked with gaping eyes back, the red gash in his throat grinning further in response. Ryan sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head softly. Mike had been the kind to head off on his own, getting into a lot of trouble, but no trouble was so great his packmates would not have been able to help. Guilt momentarily filled the leader, and now, he had no idea what to do. Burying him seemed like the right answer, the right, human way of thinking answer, but at the same time, he felt it was not quite right.
Not quite right until a little evening fog settled in above his feet and covered Mike like a soft sheet. And still he remained stuck there, watching and watching, while the sheet covered Mike some more and some more and eventually, it was impossible to see him at all, and it was impossible to see ten feet before you, then five feet, then two feet.
Alice rubbed at her arms and shuddered violently, her breath shaping the fog at her lips.
And they knew then that something was wrong.
They knew something was coming.
But they saw nothing.
To be continued...
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