The afternoon sun shone through the canopy above me, casting random spots of light on the forest floor.
I switched my back-pack to my left shoulder, looking left and right for a glimpse of a different path, whilst also looking for any enemies that may be coming towards me.
I saw neither…at the moment.
The wind picked up, and I shivered; if only I wasn't alone – then this wouldn't be so bad.
It took a lot of courage for me to keep moving one foot in front of the other, but somehow I managed.
There was a rustle in the shadows next to me, and I paused, staring at the place where I heard it.
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
The worst thing that could happen right now was for me to start hyperventilating.
It was silent for a couple of minutes, and I decided that whatever it was was gone now, and I could keep on walking to…wherever I was going.
I growled. Why didn't I have some kind of journey planned out? It was so stupid just to grab my back-pack and start walking.
There was another rustle, and I paused at turned to face where it had come from again.
More silence.
I scowled. "Just come out already!"
Bad move.
A monster lunged at me through the bushes, and I swerved at just the right time to miss getting smashed.
I quickly grabbed my knife from my belt, and held it at the ready.
I grinned and looked it in the eye. "Come and get me!"
It lunged at me again, and I swerved, stabbing at its belly.
Missed. Damn it.
I swiveled around to face it, and it lunged at me. I tried to dodge the attack, but moved too slowly, catching a claw in the face. "Argh!"
It seemed to grin at me. I glared at it, and spat out the blood that was collecting in my mouth.
I gripped my knife handle, and ran at it, feinting left and right.
It just sat there, waiting for me. It arched its back as I came closer, as if it were going to pounce.
At the last minute I jumped, slicing at its back, while it hacked away at thin air.
"Aha! Got you that time didn't I, you filthy animal?"
It roared, and span around, anger glinting in its coal black eyes. It charged at me, but I was ready. I gripped my knife tightly, and jabbed it straight in to the monsters stomach.
It froze suddenly, and dropped to the floor, blood soaking its matted fur.
It twitched for a couple of seconds, and then went still, never to move again.
I stood there looking at it, and wiped down my knife.
I dragged the heavy carcass to the edge of the trail, and continued on my journey.
Epic déjà vu. The forest was silent once more; all I could hear were my footsteps, and quiet breathing.
I consulted my map, and then cursed. I had never been very good at reading maps, and right now I wish I had taken the time to learn more about them.
Discarding the map, I just kept on walking north.
I put my hands in my pockets, trying to calculate how long it would take me to get to…where? What the hell was I doing here?
There was another rustle, and I scowled. "Not another one."
I readied my knife, and crouched, ready to attack. I didn't know if I could handle another fight, so soon after the first one. I was still tired.
A low growl came from the bush, and I slowly backed away, treading lightly - if I could get away, that would be great.
No such luck.
Another monster, rushed out at me, calling to the others of its kind.
I had to get away, otherwise I wouldn't make it.
I ducked, swerved, spun, and stabbed at every opportunity, though this monster must have been more skilled, or at least smarter, than the first, because instead of just attacking at every moment, it too, ducked, swerved, spun and attacked at every opportunity.
It was like a dance. Each one of us was stepping at the same time, mimicking each other's movements to try and get the better of them.
I was getting tired, sweat was pouring down my face and back. My hand that was holding the knife was shaking. My breathing was coming out in shallow breaths.
Surely, if the beast would pounce on my now, I wouldn't have the strength to pull it off me.
Surely…I would die.
Was this part of its plan? It was bigger than me,
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I tripped then, and fell forward.
This was the end then. In a last attempt to win,
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I struggled to get up. Why had it not attacked me yet? I looked up, and it was watching me, its head tilted to one side, a curious look in its beady eyes.
It gave one last shrieking call, and then ran forward towards me, its pointed teeth gleaming in the little light that there was, its eyes on me, its prey.
I took in my last breath and then waited.
It seemed I had waited for hours, and I started to think that maybe waiting to die was worse than actual death itself.
Suddenly a terrible pain ripped through my back, and I screamed in agony.
My clothes felt wet and hot, and salty tears were running down my face.
I was slowly fading away, each of my senses diminishing one by one.
Then everything started flashing white.
"Damn it! I died," moaned Jason, watching as the game he was playing flashed the words 'Game Over' on the screen.
"My turn! I bet I can get further than you. Where are you up to?" asked Tommy, gleefully accepting the Game Boy Advance when Jason handed it to him.
"Uh…I was in the forest on the way to town," Jason frowned. "That bit's really hard; monsters come at you from everywhere."
"I bet I can get past it," repeated Tommy,
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"Sure are sure of yourself." muttered Jason, grabbing a random comic book from his shelf, and leaning back on his pillows to read.
"I reckon the only bad thing about this game is that it takes so long to load." Tommy glared at the offending animation in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.
Suddenly everything went white, and then a forest scene came up on the screen, and in the middle of it was a boy holding a knife.
"For the Win!" announced Tommy.
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