Overwhelming days, months and two years turned into easy mode the more Zane spent time in the forest killing, building and learning different techniques he didn't know were a thing before, his homeless situation became a wealthy campsite with boxes of carved boxes, a rainfall of different coloured furs from hunted animals transformed into a comfy camp tent.

The dagger knives he had laying around beside his soft bed were made with the handle being wood and the sharp end is the smashed, crooked concrete he collected from the abandoned ground.

Rabbit fur was turned into cloth Zane used to create a fluffy balaclava to keep himself warm and possibilities of not getting caught if bounty hunters or civilians locate his peaceful territory at first glance.

Zane's shattered phone which he rarely used in the two years eventually switched off on the very last battery it had, giving Zane no recent news or the waypoints he planned on exploring, he ogled at the cracks in his screen and watched it unexpectedly explode dangerously right near his bare feet.

Particles of flames caught on the scattered drained colourless leaves that gasped for their very last air as autumn rolled in, destroying all the life around Zane's outer circle.

With fast reactions, Zane repeatedly stomped his bare feet onto the lit-up leaves, enduring the flame biting back at him severely, scarring his scratched up skin, blemishing the bottom skin away into nonexistent.

Unfazed by the boiling skin underneath, didn't satisfy the flames tuning it down rapidly, the flames deliberately perished from world eyes, cancelling the short life span it hurriedly birthed.

"I need to start learning from my stupid mistakes" Zane silvery spoke in a low, manly developed, fruity voice, showing dead emotions behind it.

Zane's voice and body changed very promptly as his first puberty sent more waves of testosterone throughout his newly grown body, changing his height from 6'0 to 6'5 feet.

His newly grown hair quivered alongside the flowing, charming wind, revealing his lifeless, darker, grey eyes gazing at the water waves crashing against each other in front of him.

The past he once held on dearly became a distant blur, an uncleared mystery in the back of his frozen between life and death mindset.

It was clear for Zane that his interactions would be very limited in his life from a point on, he knew he was going to live in the forest for the eternity of living, so Zane thought he might as well learn the advantages of becoming a predator he spent his entire life running away from, pushing away the real him.

Nevertheless, he became a creature of a different breed, the hunting human breed.

Releasing this sudden thought, Zane raced through the growing forest, grabbing his very well used concrete axe and searched for the perfect tree to smash it on.

A tree that was in the middle of nowhere located a mile away from Zane's home caught his bloodthirsty, chilling eyes, followed by constant hard hits from the front of a sharpened axe, ripping off the wood chunks one by one, screaming alarming whimpers that were muted to everything except itself.

Chunks of wood became the evolving slithering curved body of an upcoming bow, the centre of the bow transformed into the comfy, rested grip that was blocked off by wood strings patterning up the bow with the rest of the string becoming a part of the bowstring.

After the bow was created by dedicated work, Zane went on to create hundreds of arrows under the gloomy night, unbothered by the cold wind.

Thereon, Zane started to feel his muscles in his arms cramp up in pain as he continued creating more arrows on piles of many other arrows where it got to the point they were falling all over each other, spreading across the dampened, dried up mud.

His focused eyes fought with their strength to close up Zane's field of vision, throwing headaches and pain at Zane to slow him down on his mission.

"Stay...awake" Zane slurred his words into a small, weary sentence, before being interrupted by the sudden sounds of heavy footsteps sounding like they were charging at Zane's spot.

Raging roars sent waves throughout the lonely forest, irritating Zane's ears that felt like five drills were ravaging his earhole trying to deafen his hearing sense.

But Zane didn't react to the sudden alarming sounds, he was heavily focused on trying to keep himself awake over useless things he probably wouldn't use that frequently, as he focused more in the delicate world he saw a massive shadow of a brown ball with big sharp teeth bumping up and down as spit drooled out of its penetrating mouth in the corner of his right eye.

Then reality kicked in instantly, grabbing Zane's attention on the approaching danger which he saw a wild adult bear charge towards his unprotected spot.

Zane ducked out of the way, crashing through his tent, not leaving his eyes off the unstoppable bear skidding across the ground trying to still itself, this gave Zane time but not a lot to jump onto the hanging tree log, emerged by a clawing, rampaging bear scratching its way over to Zane who continually kicked the snout of this beast trying to knock it off.

Its massive, damaging claws kept being swung at Zane's crumbling position as the hanging tree log snapped in the front from fighting to hold all the force it comprehensively held.

Exhausted Zane roughly descended to the ground, desperately fighting his opponent who hasn't noticed the sudden movements yet.

Undergoing suffering ran throughout Zane's trembling body that felt like he was being stabbed all over the place by a gang of murderous humanoids.

Everything flashed through his eyes the soon the bear turned his heavy body at Zane to face Zane's pitiful situation, the bear gradually stomped closer to Zane, growling monstrously on the prey he smelt freshly miles away.

Everything felt like a waste for Zane as he slowly admitted his humiliating defeat, he never got his revenge on abusive parents because he was too busy being a massive wimp.

The more harsh reality Zane painfully overlooked and just now realised, became speechless when a sudden appearance of a ten-foot shadowy figure revealed itself from the shadows, racing at the approaching slowly bear.

It was the shadowy figure in Zane's latest meeting, the shadowy figure tackled down the overweight bear, throwing it onto its back, instantly throwing enormous winds of punches that shook the ground underneath.

Blood gushed out through the bear's cut marks the shadowy figure repeatedly punched at, it continued throwing more punches at the twitching bear which laid motionless as its eyes were rolled back into their sockets, producing boisterous sounds of bones cracking in his face structure, leaving a massive dent inside their head.

"Let's get the basic information down, I'm Karkoth. Your old imaginary friend who will stay beside you from this day on" Karkoth went on to introduce himself, overshadowing Zane's whole existence with his piercing, dominating eyes.

As new information leaked.

The shadowy friend in Zane's dreams became known as Karkoth, The Imaginary Friend.

Unravelling more secrets in the already bizarre world Zane was unfairly placed in.

To Be Continued...