CHOICE FIVE
You ignore your grumbling stomach in favor of the safe path in front of you. You have no idea what’s in the forest or even if the people who’ve made the fire are friendly. They could be bandits for all you know, and the next thing you know, you’d be robbed blind! Playing it safe was fine by you, and so you keep trudging down the path in the dark with an empty stomach and aching feet.
The night grows darker and darker around you, enveloping you in a pitch black blanket and obscuring your vision even of your feet in front of you. You’re certain that the path wasn’t this long before and you should have hit the fork in the road ages ago by your calculations. Not that it would matter now because you can’t see a damn thing.
Someone less determined than you would have given up by now, and you’re edging that way yourself. But something keeps you walking, and you’re trying really hard not to think too hard about what that something is even though it is creeping at the corners of your mind, waiting to overtake you.
You speed up, your feet hitting the path hard and fast,and then you are all out running. You don’t look behind you even though you’re sure there’s nothing following you. It’s just the dark freaking you out, right?
But you don’t stop running for a long while.
Once the strange feeling of being followed starts to dissipate, giving way to the much more prominent feeling of exhaustion, you slow down, resting your hands on your upper thighs to catch you breath. You really are on your last legs now, head foggy with lack of sleep and too much dashing about in fright. You aren’t the most hardy adventurer, it would seem.
The air around you is cool, but as your heart stops racing and your breathing evens out once more, you notice that it seems stale as well. It’s almost as if you’re underground.
You think you would have remembered a cave from earlier if there had been one, but you reach out one hand, moving slowly to your right, to see if you touch stone.
Sure enough, not too far from where you had been standing, your hand collides with the stone wall of what is definitely a cave.
On the one hand, it might make a safe place to rest for awhile, but on the other, you’re not sure how safe a cave in the middle of you-have-no-idea-where can really be. On the third hand, you reason wearily, there’s really nowhere else to go.
[JUMP LINK: REST YOUR BONES.]
THEME: STONE COLD
dancelies | hauntes | petite_tomate | partitioning | starkwars
The night grows darker and darker around you, enveloping you in a pitch black blanket and obscuring your vision even of your feet in front of you. You’re certain that the path wasn’t this long before and you should have hit the fork in the road ages ago by your calculations. Not that it would matter now because you can’t see a damn thing.
Someone less determined than you would have given up by now, and you’re edging that way yourself. But something keeps you walking, and you’re trying really hard not to think too hard about what that something is even though it is creeping at the corners of your mind, waiting to overtake you.
You speed up, your feet hitting the path hard and fast,and then you are all out running. You don’t look behind you even though you’re sure there’s nothing following you. It’s just the dark freaking you out, right?
But you don’t stop running for a long while.
Once the strange feeling of being followed starts to dissipate, giving way to the much more prominent feeling of exhaustion, you slow down, resting your hands on your upper thighs to catch you breath. You really are on your last legs now, head foggy with lack of sleep and too much dashing about in fright. You aren’t the most hardy adventurer, it would seem.
The air around you is cool, but as your heart stops racing and your breathing evens out once more, you notice that it seems stale as well. It’s almost as if you’re underground.
You think you would have remembered a cave from earlier if there had been one, but you reach out one hand, moving slowly to your right, to see if you touch stone.
Sure enough, not too far from where you had been standing, your hand collides with the stone wall of what is definitely a cave.
On the one hand, it might make a safe place to rest for awhile, but on the other, you’re not sure how safe a cave in the middle of you-have-no-idea-where can really be. On the third hand, you reason wearily, there’s really nowhere else to go.
[JUMP LINK: REST YOUR BONES.]
THEME: STONE COLD
dancelies | hauntes | petite_tomate | partitioning | starkwars