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you slowly walk through the forest, listening in to every little sound, occasionally animals snapping some twigs in the distance, wind blowing, leaves falling. Your shaky breathing being one of the loudest. Your mind is playing with you, showing things that turn out to be just some innocent shadows. It's pitch black, you already knew going out at this hour wasn't the best idea, heck who knows if you won't die tonight. . .
It's 3 am, you are very tired, you must keep going, sleeping here wouldn't be a good idea, but to rest for one moment wouldn't hurt, right? You sit down on a log to catch your breath.
Before even a minute passes, you suddenly hear a deafening sound of a gunshot. You feel a sharp pain in your left arm, blood quickly dripping. The world stops, your heartbeat is racing, your vision slightly blurry, your head hurts, you are phighting against your body trying not to pass out. You lose the battle and collapse to the ground, In your last moments before your consciousness slips away you hear hurried footsteps.
You wake up in a semi familiar room, your mind is slightly blurry now, your body aches. Looking over at your arm, you notice its bandaged up, slightly stained with blood but it is well put on. . .
Looking around the room abit more awake now, your noticed that it's your room.. The same old wardrobe in the right corner of the cabin, your clothing everywhere but there.. it seems like someone cleaned up abit here though. Who brought you here?? You ask yourself.
After 5 minutes of looking around you consider falling back asleep, it felt nice as it's warm and comfortable here but you get interrupted from your daydreaming session by a light knock on the door. You sigh deeply and tell the person to come in, and you hear the door open It's a person wearing nice clothing, a turtle neck, a red jacket stained with pizza fat and some fizzy drinks, bloxy cola if you had to guess. And a red vizor to finish the fit.
It's the pizza boy,, always refered to them as that due to the fact that you are awfull with names, always using nicknames just based on what the person does. the cultist.. gambler.. chicken guy . the red kiddo.. you could go on.
You smell a beatifull scent, the aroma makes you almost drool(you, you don't-) it seems like he bought food and some medical supplies.
"Good afternoon sleepyhead" he chuckles abit when you frowned slightly, he sits down on your bed, gently putting the plate of pizza on your nightstand, it being closer to you now doesn't help your lust for food right now, you haven't felt this hungry in forever. . .
Elliot slowly takes your injured arm and takes off the stained bandages, the fresh breeze hits your wound, It doesn't hurt, but it isn't the most comfortable feeling. "This might sting slightly" he warns you as he takes out some disinfectant and pours abit of it on a cotton swab. it wasn't a good enough warning as it hurts as fuck-
Your face turns bitter from pain. The pizza guy focuses on carefully and as gently as he can putting on new bandages, you can't help but ask him on how you got here, his eyes slightly move from your arm to your eyes "Oh, Chance brought you here. At a very late hour, to say the least your arm was not a very nice sight at that time.."
Oh, you didn't exactly like the guy, but you appreciate it. You ask Elliot if Chance maybe saw whoever shot you. He sighs gently "also Chance. They mistook you for a killer, or some dangerous animal"
You can't understand how stupid he is to think that?? Its almost insulting remembering how those things look like...
. . .If it wasn't for the fact that you have to bed rest, you would go and strangle that motherfucker. You say various insults under your breath.
Elliot finishes up taking care of your wound and collects the medical supplies up. "Well, maybe go rest a bit more today, eat whenever you feel ready.." You can only mumble a quiet thanks as he heads towards your door leading outside the cabin. Before he closes the door again he quickly adds in something about cleaning here after you feel better, you know he doesn't exactly like dirty places but you can't help but roll your eyes, it could be worse >:/
The door closes quietly right after, you take a slice of the pizza, lay down again slowly eating the thing, it has salami, your favorite! Pretty surprising that the pizza guy remembered that. it has gotten slightly cold after those 10 minutes that guy wasted here, no complaining, it still tastes heavenly, so flavorful.. and it melts in your mouth. It feels great to eat after skipping eating dinner to go on your scavenging escapade. . . After eating you feel a bit better, you turn to your side cover yourself with your good ol blanket and slowly let your mind clear as the world turns black.