"Oh, Lord," i heard someone say under their, his, breath.

I agree.

Oh, Lord.

I know it was stupid, but my arm flailed about in the wetness, trying to get a grasp on the situation.

I touch something.

Something furry and wet and warm.

But it isnt warm for long.

The wamth drains like the blood, as i know it to be, pooling under my arm.

Im not sure, but my arm spasmed.

Just flailed around.

Like a fish on dry land.

Im not sure why i was surprisen when that poor, poor man shouted:

"Oh my God in heaven above," as if He was acting through me.

Maybe He was.

Probably wasnt.

My arm stopped moving about once i heard his hurried steps echo further and further away.

But they never really went away.

I heard some mechanical beeps before his voice, interrupted by heavy panting, hurredly asked if he had reached nine-one-one.

"Yeah, ive, uh, got a situation? Yeah, um, theres this arm-, yes, uh, no, i didnt do anything! Its just, i dunno, i was-, i was walking in the woods, right? With my gun-, no i didnt shoot anythi-, anybody! Just listen, right? I was walking, with my gun and-, yes, i have a license, right, i, uh, so i got to this cave and, well, theres usually nothing there, but, today, i dunno-, well, there was this mountain-lion there, and-, yeah, i shot it! And it dropped over head. But you know why?! IT was-, ohgod, it was like... there was this arm, right? Just lying there. No, no body! Just an a-, arm. Right. Um. Where? Uh, right outside of Iowa, in that forest there, i cant remember the name, uh, Stephen something, Stepthens state? Whatever! Uhm, but like, after i had shot it, right, the, um, the arm? It kinda moved? What? Why would you send an ambulance? I dont care what you send, just send any-, hey! Dont put me on hol-, Jesus Christ Lord above, what am i going to do. Wait here? Yeah, thats about it, but, that arm..."

Oh lord.

Iowa?

Dear God.

The man breathes heavily outside the cave, occasionaly speaking a word or two of prayer beneath his haggard breath.

After a few minutes, i hear some strange sound in the sky.

The man outside must have heard it as well, as he mutters:

"A helicopter? They sent a helicopter?? This better be good-"

The surring gets closer.

It sounds strangely familiar.

Should i be happy i chose to hear, or sad that i chose not to see?

The beating gets louder and louder.

Its like a storm brewing.

Thump thump thump.

"Hey! Down here!" he shouts loudly, most likely flailing his arms to catch their attention.

Vrrrrrr, Thump.

"...are you the police?" he asks someone.

"No, we are not. Now, is this the cave?" someone replies.

"Y-, yes, Sir," he says meekly.

Two pairs of footsteps draw closer, echoing through the cave.