~"Rays of hopeless light beamed dim and pale through the dull orange, yellow, and auburn leaves of the fall's trees. But even where there is calmness in neutrality, there is always a prey, and always a predator. Humanity is no different."~
Daniel tore through woods at full speed, clothes torn, his small оранжевый backpack dangling across his back, his left arm carved with shredded flesh in the form of animalistic claw markings and lines of smeared crimson leaked slowly from the wound above his eye. The leg to his jeans on the left side, only hanging on by a thread ripped itself away just above his knee as he climbed over log after log, дерево after fallen tree. His mind began to spin, but was focused on only one clear objective. Gotta run. Gotta get to the edge. But some his hope and composure put a gun to its head, and committed suicide as a harsh reality splitting screech ripped through the air mere yards behind him, echoing until it faded into the dead of silence. Even with his crumbled hope, his sheer Will kept his legs pumped with fumes that wouldn't allow despair to облако his mind. Through his peripherals, he caught a куст, буш waver to the side. "DEXTER!!" He yelled out, and секунды later, a bluetick, голубизна hunting hound was running at his heels before catching to his side, pacing with him.
Daniel's breathing began to come out short and jagged as his struggle with containing air in his lungs became much harder, and a aching pain pushed itself into existence in his right side the еще he struggled вперед with running. Another loud shriek pierced the air like a spear through a сердце and fear into bravery.
Декстер barked viciously and snarled at the sound of the shrieking, but kept on straight ahead.
Daniel could hear the leaves above shuffle chaotically, rapidly closing in the distance. Branches snapped violently and hit the ground with loud thuds along with the crunching of the dried, dying трава beneath their feet. There was a tremor of a growl and the surrounding trees looked as if they had started to quake individually, distorting his vision in the slightest manner. Dodging куст, буш obstacles, roots, and trees, he drew in a jagged breath and felt секунда wind kick in, allowing him to draw out every last bit of strength he had left in him to keep his legs moving. Death began to linger through his mind, and to keep his Will burning he yelled to his canine companion. "We're not gonna die here Dexter!"
минуты later, Daniel found himself collapsing as they reached a small opening where the трава was a luxurious green, his chest heaving, his legs numb with exhaustion. The torn flesh upon his arm stung like nothing he'd felt before, and blood loss was beginning to slowly blanket his consciousness into darkness. In the thick of the trees, wide circular shapes of red glared at them, and he could hear the foulness of a gurgling snarl that was unlike anything he had ever heard, before the illuminate orbs retreated slowly and disappeared.
Декстер growled lightly and gave a few barks that brought the light of his situation back to the front of his mind before going to lick at the deep cut above his eye as if he were trying to clean the blood away.
"Damnit Dex...I wish I had your respiratory anatomy right about now..." Rolling over onto his right side with a grunt, Daniel used his right arm to push himself up into a sitting position and slung the backpack off. His trembling hand fiddled with the zipper, the red smudged over his palm making it difficult to get a reasonable grasp the first couple of attempts. "Come on...come on." When he was finally able to get it open, his hand rummaged through the items of the bag that were a carving knife, a matchbox containing only three matches, five bottles of water in which two were already empty with one of the remaining three just above the mark of halfway, and a tattered journal until his grasp found the shape of the object that he had been searching for. A roll of duct tape. Then he removed the нож and the half bottle of water. Those survival shows finally helped еще than he would have ever thought. Well that, and a grandfather who was an ex-military veteran that was always telling him about wars and taking him hunting and camping. He would've never thought that he would see each item that his backpack contained as a necessity for survival. Then again, he wouldn't have thought that he would be in the predicament that he was in. Fighting for his life. Fighting...to survive. Using the нож he tore through the fabric of the pants leg that was left and cut it away sloppily to where it would match the missing section of the left leg. He remembered his grandfather's words carefully while proceeding on. Clean the wound with what Ты have. When you're at war, what Ты have may only be little to nothing. And he couldn't agree еще at the moment. He used his teeth to twist the кепка, колпачок from the half-empty bottle and took in a breath of air before he began to tip it sideways until the water made contact with the flesh of his arm's wound. A gasp escaped his lips causing him to instincively clench his jaw, and his teeth began to grit themselves against each other in his struggle to hold in the scream of agony that begged to differ against his mind of steel. His eyes shut themselves tight as they began to water, but he poured until it was empty.
Декстер whimpered and stood from his sitting position, only to walk in a quick круг and return to his сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to him on the grass.
Opening his eyes to inspect the wound, Daniel exhaled a shuttering breath. "Shit...." He wasn't exactly sure if it had hit bone serious, but he knew that what he was seeing was pink. And it would take a hell of a lot еще to stop the bleeding. But then he remembered something else that his grandfather had сказал(-а) to him about three или so years back when he had some time off from military work. When we were stuck with bullet wounds and the medics had a hard time getting to us, the Далее best thing for us was to pack'em with dirt. It's a hellavu way to stop bleeding but its only supposed to be a temporary thing when you're stranded and under fire. And he could see why...he had learned enough from anatomy and physiology to know that something worse than a open wound was an infected one. Sadly, that was the most convient way for him at the moment and he was planning on only having it be temporary. Not only that, but it wasn't just the fact that he was bleeding. "Dex...come here boy." He stabbed the нож into the ground and began to pull downwards with a short struggle to tear through the soil before pulling it out. Декстер trotted over to him almost immediately but licked at his face before waiting for command.
"Dig boy! Dig!" Daniel gave the command and watched as Декстер used his claws to start his digging where the нож had already did what it could. He was glad that he had someone that he could depend on. Декстер had been his since he was four years old and eventually ended up becoming his hunting partner along with 4 other Red Hounds: Kruger, Nicks, Bella, and Loner. Out of them all of course, he and Декстер had the strongest bond, though he loved them all. The two had practically grown up together, and having his companion at his side was all he needed to keep pushing forward. He had to. THEY, had to. Because all they had now were each other. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Декстер came to a stop, panting slightly and looking to Daniel. The hole that he had dug was around 1 and a half to two inches deep, and that was еще than good enough.
"Good boy...good." Daniel praised him with a few scratches around his ear and rubbed his fingers through his мех for a moment. Just Ты and me buddy...,He thought to himself before turning his attention to the small hole of dirt. He checked through the soil for insects such as worms или beetles, not wanting anything to be alive that could possibly get under his skin, before grimacing, grabbing a hand full of dirt, and packing it against the wound as hard as he could and tried his best to ignore the pain of it all with failing effort. He moved quickly to grab the torn fabric that previously was connected to his jeans and wrapped it around his arm, tying it tight before mummifying it with duct tape and using his teeth to sever the end that he needed to complete the task. Once done, he grabbed one of the full bottles of water from his bag and once again used his teeth to twist off the cap. He took a few small gulps and gave Декстер some until it reached under half way before storing it back inside of his backpack along with the tape. But the knife, he kept close. Reaching back into the bag for a third time, he retrieved the battered journal and inspected the material of the cover for the hundredth time, swearing that he had seen it somewhere before. Even the hand Письмо inside of it looked vaguely familiar. It seemed as if someone had been able to find out еще about that thing than he did. By his own hideously face to face confrontations with it, there was good eye in estimating what it was capable of in a sense to say. With his size vs. its, he didn't stand a chance. Which was good, because he wasn't fighting the damn thing if he could avoid it. He was trying to make it to the Edge. The problem in the beginning was that he had waken up with his hunting pack, stranded, the crispy dim light beaming pale through the dull autumn leaves of forest trees. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there due to the gap that separated an unknown time and all that he could bring back and remember from memory. He had found the backpack shortly afterwards, hanging from a jagged and solemn branch and with instinct, he retrieved it to find the rewards that was left inside, the journal included. During his first time opening it and flipping through a few of the pages, he found that they all had something in common. The page number at the top, the дата without a год within a half inch under it. An aspect that immediately caught his eye was that some of the pages from the beginning were missing. Torn out so it seemed. In all, there were only twenty-five pages while the rest were blank. Those blank pages were the ones that he would take notes of his own. The first page, или rather the seventh, was what revealed a few severely useful tips.
Pg. 7
February 9th, день 4
If you're Чтение this, I've figured something out! Green! Where the green трава grows, the безопасно, сейф havens glow! It can't get passed the green! I don't know if you've noticed yet, hopefully Ты have, but the трава around Ты is DEAD!!! The leaves that fall from the trees, they die as soon as they fall! I've never seen anything like it! But I have to keep moving. These безопасно, сейф areas seem to have a to them, and after a while, the green of the трава starts to be eaten away and reduced to nothing but crunching beneath my feet. I wish I've found this out sooner...maybe I could have prevented loss. There's only four of us now, but we're going to make it out of here. We ARE NOT dying here. These green havens are the closest thing to safety we've got, so by reasonable assumption, they may lead us to the edge. Again, if you're Чтение this, follow the green havens and KEEP MOVING!!!!
And that was where it ended. So far, Daniel had been through four of the havens where the трава grew green. He didn't know how he found them, but strangely, he felt as he had been there before somehow. The area in which it grew was open and eerily еще relaxing, having an estimated covered ground the size of a baseball field if it were to be a круг instead of a diamond. What he had found out so far was that the duration was only around 15 to 20 минуты long, which gave him enough time to catch his breath and rest. As he knew now, there was 3 and 1/2 miles between the havens he had been to so far. Running track was playing its part, but he knew that he still needed some time to try and sleep. And though he didn't have much muscle, fencing improved what used to be his horrible reflexes so far. And that was something else that he found odd. He felt as if he hadn't fenced in quite some time, nor did he feel very good at it. That was worth noting. Another thing that he had realized was the air there was different somehow as well...lighter, but thicker. He had to get used to it when he had waken up. As for his pack...they were picked off one by one...until all he had...was Dexter. And they had to make it...they had to get back home.
Daniel tore through woods at full speed, clothes torn, his small оранжевый backpack dangling across his back, his left arm carved with shredded flesh in the form of animalistic claw markings and lines of smeared crimson leaked slowly from the wound above his eye. The leg to his jeans on the left side, only hanging on by a thread ripped itself away just above his knee as he climbed over log after log, дерево after fallen tree. His mind began to spin, but was focused on only one clear objective. Gotta run. Gotta get to the edge. But some his hope and composure put a gun to its head, and committed suicide as a harsh reality splitting screech ripped through the air mere yards behind him, echoing until it faded into the dead of silence. Even with his crumbled hope, his sheer Will kept his legs pumped with fumes that wouldn't allow despair to облако his mind. Through his peripherals, he caught a куст, буш waver to the side. "DEXTER!!" He yelled out, and секунды later, a bluetick, голубизна hunting hound was running at his heels before catching to his side, pacing with him.
Daniel's breathing began to come out short and jagged as his struggle with containing air in his lungs became much harder, and a aching pain pushed itself into existence in his right side the еще he struggled вперед with running. Another loud shriek pierced the air like a spear through a сердце and fear into bravery.
Декстер barked viciously and snarled at the sound of the shrieking, but kept on straight ahead.
Daniel could hear the leaves above shuffle chaotically, rapidly closing in the distance. Branches snapped violently and hit the ground with loud thuds along with the crunching of the dried, dying трава beneath their feet. There was a tremor of a growl and the surrounding trees looked as if they had started to quake individually, distorting his vision in the slightest manner. Dodging куст, буш obstacles, roots, and trees, he drew in a jagged breath and felt секунда wind kick in, allowing him to draw out every last bit of strength he had left in him to keep his legs moving. Death began to linger through his mind, and to keep his Will burning he yelled to his canine companion. "We're not gonna die here Dexter!"
минуты later, Daniel found himself collapsing as they reached a small opening where the трава was a luxurious green, his chest heaving, his legs numb with exhaustion. The torn flesh upon his arm stung like nothing he'd felt before, and blood loss was beginning to slowly blanket his consciousness into darkness. In the thick of the trees, wide circular shapes of red glared at them, and he could hear the foulness of a gurgling snarl that was unlike anything he had ever heard, before the illuminate orbs retreated slowly and disappeared.
Декстер growled lightly and gave a few barks that brought the light of his situation back to the front of his mind before going to lick at the deep cut above his eye as if he were trying to clean the blood away.
"Damnit Dex...I wish I had your respiratory anatomy right about now..." Rolling over onto his right side with a grunt, Daniel used his right arm to push himself up into a sitting position and slung the backpack off. His trembling hand fiddled with the zipper, the red smudged over his palm making it difficult to get a reasonable grasp the first couple of attempts. "Come on...come on." When he was finally able to get it open, his hand rummaged through the items of the bag that were a carving knife, a matchbox containing only three matches, five bottles of water in which two were already empty with one of the remaining three just above the mark of halfway, and a tattered journal until his grasp found the shape of the object that he had been searching for. A roll of duct tape. Then he removed the нож and the half bottle of water. Those survival shows finally helped еще than he would have ever thought. Well that, and a grandfather who was an ex-military veteran that was always telling him about wars and taking him hunting and camping. He would've never thought that he would see each item that his backpack contained as a necessity for survival. Then again, he wouldn't have thought that he would be in the predicament that he was in. Fighting for his life. Fighting...to survive. Using the нож he tore through the fabric of the pants leg that was left and cut it away sloppily to where it would match the missing section of the left leg. He remembered his grandfather's words carefully while proceeding on. Clean the wound with what Ты have. When you're at war, what Ты have may only be little to nothing. And he couldn't agree еще at the moment. He used his teeth to twist the кепка, колпачок from the half-empty bottle and took in a breath of air before he began to tip it sideways until the water made contact with the flesh of his arm's wound. A gasp escaped his lips causing him to instincively clench his jaw, and his teeth began to grit themselves against each other in his struggle to hold in the scream of agony that begged to differ against his mind of steel. His eyes shut themselves tight as they began to water, but he poured until it was empty.
Декстер whimpered and stood from his sitting position, only to walk in a quick круг and return to his сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to him on the grass.
Opening his eyes to inspect the wound, Daniel exhaled a shuttering breath. "Shit...." He wasn't exactly sure if it had hit bone serious, but he knew that what he was seeing was pink. And it would take a hell of a lot еще to stop the bleeding. But then he remembered something else that his grandfather had сказал(-а) to him about three или so years back when he had some time off from military work. When we were stuck with bullet wounds and the medics had a hard time getting to us, the Далее best thing for us was to pack'em with dirt. It's a hellavu way to stop bleeding but its only supposed to be a temporary thing when you're stranded and under fire. And he could see why...he had learned enough from anatomy and physiology to know that something worse than a open wound was an infected one. Sadly, that was the most convient way for him at the moment and he was planning on only having it be temporary. Not only that, but it wasn't just the fact that he was bleeding. "Dex...come here boy." He stabbed the нож into the ground and began to pull downwards with a short struggle to tear through the soil before pulling it out. Декстер trotted over to him almost immediately but licked at his face before waiting for command.
"Dig boy! Dig!" Daniel gave the command and watched as Декстер used his claws to start his digging where the нож had already did what it could. He was glad that he had someone that he could depend on. Декстер had been his since he was four years old and eventually ended up becoming his hunting partner along with 4 other Red Hounds: Kruger, Nicks, Bella, and Loner. Out of them all of course, he and Декстер had the strongest bond, though he loved them all. The two had practically grown up together, and having his companion at his side was all he needed to keep pushing forward. He had to. THEY, had to. Because all they had now were each other. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Декстер came to a stop, panting slightly and looking to Daniel. The hole that he had dug was around 1 and a half to two inches deep, and that was еще than good enough.
"Good boy...good." Daniel praised him with a few scratches around his ear and rubbed his fingers through his мех for a moment. Just Ты and me buddy...,He thought to himself before turning his attention to the small hole of dirt. He checked through the soil for insects such as worms или beetles, not wanting anything to be alive that could possibly get under his skin, before grimacing, grabbing a hand full of dirt, and packing it against the wound as hard as he could and tried his best to ignore the pain of it all with failing effort. He moved quickly to grab the torn fabric that previously was connected to his jeans and wrapped it around his arm, tying it tight before mummifying it with duct tape and using his teeth to sever the end that he needed to complete the task. Once done, he grabbed one of the full bottles of water from his bag and once again used his teeth to twist off the cap. He took a few small gulps and gave Декстер some until it reached under half way before storing it back inside of his backpack along with the tape. But the knife, he kept close. Reaching back into the bag for a third time, he retrieved the battered journal and inspected the material of the cover for the hundredth time, swearing that he had seen it somewhere before. Even the hand Письмо inside of it looked vaguely familiar. It seemed as if someone had been able to find out еще about that thing than he did. By his own hideously face to face confrontations with it, there was good eye in estimating what it was capable of in a sense to say. With his size vs. its, he didn't stand a chance. Which was good, because he wasn't fighting the damn thing if he could avoid it. He was trying to make it to the Edge. The problem in the beginning was that he had waken up with his hunting pack, stranded, the crispy dim light beaming pale through the dull autumn leaves of forest trees. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there due to the gap that separated an unknown time and all that he could bring back and remember from memory. He had found the backpack shortly afterwards, hanging from a jagged and solemn branch and with instinct, he retrieved it to find the rewards that was left inside, the journal included. During his first time opening it and flipping through a few of the pages, he found that they all had something in common. The page number at the top, the дата without a год within a half inch under it. An aspect that immediately caught his eye was that some of the pages from the beginning were missing. Torn out so it seemed. In all, there were only twenty-five pages while the rest were blank. Those blank pages were the ones that he would take notes of his own. The first page, или rather the seventh, was what revealed a few severely useful tips.
Pg. 7
February 9th, день 4
If you're Чтение this, I've figured something out! Green! Where the green трава grows, the безопасно, сейф havens glow! It can't get passed the green! I don't know if you've noticed yet, hopefully Ты have, but the трава around Ты is DEAD!!! The leaves that fall from the trees, they die as soon as they fall! I've never seen anything like it! But I have to keep moving. These безопасно, сейф areas seem to have a to them, and after a while, the green of the трава starts to be eaten away and reduced to nothing but crunching beneath my feet. I wish I've found this out sooner...maybe I could have prevented loss. There's only four of us now, but we're going to make it out of here. We ARE NOT dying here. These green havens are the closest thing to safety we've got, so by reasonable assumption, they may lead us to the edge. Again, if you're Чтение this, follow the green havens and KEEP MOVING!!!!
And that was where it ended. So far, Daniel had been through four of the havens where the трава grew green. He didn't know how he found them, but strangely, he felt as he had been there before somehow. The area in which it grew was open and eerily еще relaxing, having an estimated covered ground the size of a baseball field if it were to be a круг instead of a diamond. What he had found out so far was that the duration was only around 15 to 20 минуты long, which gave him enough time to catch his breath and rest. As he knew now, there was 3 and 1/2 miles between the havens he had been to so far. Running track was playing its part, but he knew that he still needed some time to try and sleep. And though he didn't have much muscle, fencing improved what used to be his horrible reflexes so far. And that was something else that he found odd. He felt as if he hadn't fenced in quite some time, nor did he feel very good at it. That was worth noting. Another thing that he had realized was the air there was different somehow as well...lighter, but thicker. He had to get used to it when he had waken up. As for his pack...they were picked off one by one...until all he had...was Dexter. And they had to make it...they had to get back home.
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Аниме i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my Избранное sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
Beluga Whales
Аниме i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my Избранное sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
In my opinion the new Suicide Squad sucks. Harley Quinn is not even Harley Quinn any more, Deadshot has stupid movie lines, and no King Shark. WTF. I will explain this all for people who are not familier with The Suicide Squad.
Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
Deadshot is normaly the main charecter in The Suicide Squad but now he has two stupid жопа, попка lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes Ты are stupid it is the Название of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
King акула is, well, a giant акула but now they have replaced him with a less cool Killer Crok.
I really Любовь to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories или poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Письмо is really fun to do and I Любовь it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really Любовь Письмо so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an Автор when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write Поэзия или stories,I would also like to write Статьи for other people to read (just like I'm Письмо one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new Книги for kids.
Again I really Любовь to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories или poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Письмо is really fun to do and I Любовь it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really Любовь Письмо so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an Автор when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write Поэзия или stories,I would also like to write Статьи for other people to read (just like I'm Письмо one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new Книги for kids.
Again I really Любовь to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
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