Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ughh, I groan reaching towards my bedside table to turn off my phone, but my hand doesn’t find purchase, instead it feels a jagged vaguely circular object, What? I think wondering what the hell was going on.

Beginning to wake up I look over towards where I had reached and come to a troubling realisation, Oh fuck, where the hell am I?! Shit was I kidnapped, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, beginning to panic, breathing heavily, grabbing my chest, vision beginning to blur as 2 streaks of liquid fall down my face, before I delved further into terror, I hear a loud stick snap.

Crackle.

Echoing sounds of footsteps began resounding out behind me, steadily getting louder, snapping around towards the noise I freeze as I realise the situation. Staring back at me was a adult male wolf, drooling as it peers at its new prey.

Stumbling as quickly as I could to get up, I tried to clear the distance from the wolf but immediately make a mistake, as I trip over the rock that I had saw earlier, FUCK! grabbing the rock and throwing it as hard as I could in the general direction of the wolf, praying that it is distracted for a moment.

It isn’t.

Easily dodging the rock and rushing forward as it jumps and claws at my back, shoving me towards the ground whilst shredding my torso, after landing and recovering the wolf returned to finish me off, as it comes closer towards me, my back intentionally facing the wolf again, I reach out and grab a nearby jagged rock, listening to the steps of the wolf from behind. The quiet rustling as it slowly closes the distance.

Rustle rustle.

Suddenly a burst of speed come from the wolf until it viscously pounces, with the sound of the wolf leaping towards me I steel my resolve, I take a leap of faith turning around with the jagged rock as the wolf is half a metre away I vigorously thrust out with rock in my right hand towards its head, however it moves too fast, his aim is off, just as it clears the remaining distance and taking a deep chomp onto my left shoulder, my right hand, still being in motion doesn’t hit the wolf’s forehead, it hit the eye instead.

Crying out in an intense emotion between pain and determination I jam the rock deep into its eye to which it whimpers and tries to retreat, too late fucker! I think as I move my leg to try and lock the wolf in position before pushing the rock further into the eye socket.

It thrashes around trying to shake me off desperately, getting pissed off I scream, “JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY!!!” Taking a bite out of the wolf’s ear, then pulling the rock out of its eye, and then stabbing it in where I assume the heart is, hitting the wolf’s ribs instead, giving it a fracture.

With the final wound on the wolf, it lost consciousness, bleeding out.

Collapsing next to it, heavily breathing, I check my pockets and am quickly disappointed as I realise, I have my lighter on me but not any cigarettes, “The fuck do I do with a cigarette lighter without cigarettes!” I yell, fed up, until I break out into hysterical laughter before said laughter devolved into intense sobbing before the gentle wave of exhaustion.

Unknown amount of time later I’m awoken to a familiar noise.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

…

I start to regain consciousness again before slowly pulling myself up from the blood covered grass I laid, Ah great, wasn’t a drea-! my thought gets cut off as a searing pain spreads from my shoulder to my shredded back, biting my lip I quickly reach towards my shoulder only to find deep bite marks, then feeling my back and finding more fresh wounds.

Oh shit, I think as I take off my soft pyjama shirt and tear parts off, trying to tie the fabric enough to help stop the bleeding.

Tsss! I hiss in pain as the mere touch sends agonizing searing pain through my body, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, I swear as I as quickly as possible tie the ripped off cloth around my shoulder trying to power through the pain. Wooo… 1 down 1 to go!

I think as enthusiastically as possible of a man who is bleeding out.

Hiii, hoooo, hiiii, hoooo, I breath heavily as I mentally prepare myself for round 2, tearing off another dry part of my pj’s not stained with blood and repeat the same process with a bit more difficulty than with my shoulder before collecting myself in silence.

“Okay let’s recap the past, like day, I fell asleep in my room, then next thing I know I’m awoken to getting attacked by a wolf aiming to kill, now I’ve made a makeshift bandage to help with my injuries.” I say out loud getting paranoid from the lack of noise and needing something familiar to ground myself.

Wait, I think looking over towards where I last saw the wolf, its carcass still laying there, lifeless, covered in blood, my slowly drift towards my own blood covered hands, noticing they are shaking, I start retching, tears flow out, any food in my stomach now emptied out on the grass beneath me, the shaking spreads through my body as the realisation and reality of the situation landed, I-I kil-led it!, I internally scream, disgusted with myself.

N-no, it was self-defence! I would have died otherwise! I try to convince myself; the logic makes sense in my head but at the same time I can’t help being emotionally disgusted with myself.

Trying to distract myself from falling down a hole of self-pity my mind comes back to my surroundings, birds have landed on the wolf carcass and are starting peck away at it, it then hit me, Oh shit predators! Realising that the semi-fresh body and fresh blood would attract animals who want food, and if there were such aggressive wolves in the forest then what are the odds that there are more?

Likely…

Taking a short break to recover from the exhaustion from earlier and then hobbling over to the carcass grabbing it with my good arm and helping keep it steady and add support with my injured arm, injured shoulder specifically.

Looking up seeing the sun in the sky starting to set, Is the sun bigger? I ask rhetorically, well that should be west, I guess I’ll just find somewhere I can sleep and do something with this c-carcass, I think as I start shivering thinking about the wolf.

…

Eventually finding a small cave without any animals, Sleep location down, I think as my thoughts flip over to the wolf, I should use it for something, no knife or anything though… I sigh as I wonder how to cook the wolf.

Looking around to find a few rocks, I grab a few rocks and form a circle a short distance away from the cave, then go and find some dry sticks and place them into the small circle of rocks. Once finished I go grab 3 spare rocks, one somewhat bulky and flat as a platform, one for chipping the rock and the last stone, well for making the rock knife, best under 4 minutes of my life, remembering a video on how to make a rock knife.

Holding the 3rd stone vertically over the platform I grab the second stone with my left hand as begin chipping at the rock.

…

With minor injuries on some of my fingers I had made a rudimentary knife, moving over to the wolf carcass I begin to skin the animal, tears filling my eyes and shaky hands making the job done difficult and amateur. Laying out the pelt in the cave I head over to the rock circle with the meat and lay it down near the rocks, double checking I have what I think is enough firewood I grab out a stick, than my lighter and then lit the stick-on fire before slowly placing the stick onto the campfire.

Oh, wait how am I supposed to cook this? I think looking at the meat, I don’t know how to make that turning stick over campfire thing so… just stand next to the fire and hold it close to the fire? Occasionally turn it.

Pondering over how to cook the meat, I realise I didn’t have enough firewood and quickly jog around to look for some.

…

Returning shortly after I come back to the somehow still lit campfire, Weird, I would assume it would have been out by now?

Getting closer to the camp, I notice something that looks like tongs on a piece of wood, and the smell of meat.

My eyes glistening, if Elizabeth had seen me, she would have assumed I had just won the lottery, I rush quickly to the camp and see a man, light cuts here and there but overall, far better off than me.

The man eating some of the cooked meat looks over at me and he gets up and says something to me.

“#@#$%*” he said scratching the back of his slightly bowed head, before turning back around, grabbing some meat, and handing it to me.

I stare blankly at him, shrug, sit down and start eating. Now, it might have been my hunger talking, or the fact I hadn’t eaten, and it was late at night, but I could swear, this was the best thing I had ever ate. I shed tears of joy and happiness, I was interrupted however by the man seeing my expression and laughing while slapping his knee, ignoring him I continue eating while thinking over the long day.

Then, something catches my eye, I look up towards the clearing above and see the moon, scratch that, moons, there were 2 moons, Ha….Hahah….hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I start deliriously start laughing uncontrollably, the man at the campfire looking at me with a worried look before making slight adjustments to his seating, placing him further away.

I really am going insane, aren’t I? thinking back to the absurd situation he was in, and now, 2 moons in the sky, What a fucking day, I think with a tired smile as I go to the cave nearby and bring the pelt back to the camp.

“Hey, want to share this?” I ask wondering if he would like it for the cold of the night, he however, doesn’t respond, just stares blankly at me confused.

I slap myself remembering he didn’t seem to speak the same language as me, I point towards the pelt in my hand and then between him and me, then a sleep motion, this went on for a while.

Eventually he understood and seemed to be keeping watch in case anyone, or anything attacked, I nod towards him before finally falling back to sleep.