Chapter 13: Predators Path


    A tremendous sense of danger washed over me as I gazed into the hidden room, located deep inside the chambers of this mountain cave.


    A large stairwell reminiscent of those in front of government buildings lead downwards into a cut off room with three eerie silhoettes of statues lined in the middle area.


    And looking further you could see more stairwells behind the statues leading to who knows where. a few stairwells in fact, some leading down, some leading upwards.


    My anxious heart was immediately jolted by this room, and it''s dark and eerie ambiance. A premonition of lurking danger plagued me as I came to the realization this place maybe a dungeon.


    A moment of silent trepidation, and I began to contemplate my plan of action. I knew all I needed was to somehow arrive on the ground floor of this mountain, so I wondered if I could survive a fall from the cave entrance. Instead of risking life a limb in this place.


    Raking my mind I couldn''t stop the image of my spinal cord being forced up to my brain by the momentum of the fall.


    The location of the cliff was so high up that I couldn''t imagine my regeneration creating any miracles.


    Fortune didn''t favor the foolish after all.


    If I thought about it, I was only worried because i was expecting to run into monster and other wild life if this location was actually a dungeon.


    But I was in the middle of a jungle miles away from home already. Either path would take me through monster infested territory.


    Plus this area may just be an a abandoned secret building on the outskirts of a jungle. Just a normal abandoned secret building on the outskirts of a jungle...


    Anyways, no matter what this place was. my best chance for survival persisted on bravely moving forward and facing the unknown.


    Facing the unknown I at least had a fighting chance.


    Provoking my own fighting spirit. I hide behind the entrance of the room, and began to plan my journey. First by discarding delusional notions of crushing all obstacles in my path, like a berserk fighter.


    ...


    walking onto the stairwell I began to approach the closest nest to my location, paying attention to my footsteps, and adjusting them based on the sound made as I moved forward.


    At first every step I took reverberated against my ear drum, exaggerated by my overacting mind.


    My movements were stiff, and every step I took felt off balance, however noticing my problems I already began to fix myself, straightening my back, and relaxing my shoulder.


    my steps became less heavy and more balanced, I still moved at a snails pace, but as I moved I could pay better attention to what was on the floor in front of me, avoiding any rubble and making sure I didn''t kick anything loose.


    Knowing it was impossible to climb the nest, without making noise I paused a quarter of the way before the nest.


    Then moments later I broke off into a stealthy sprint....


    Still watching the floor I ran within inches of the nest, then jumped into the air.


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    Lifting off the ground I soared halfway up the nest.


    Rustle


    Crunch


    I grabbed onto the nest, and propelled myself upward again towards the edge, then pulling myself over the edge I dive into the nest blindly.


    thud


    From the point in which I began running, till the point I dove into the nest, less that ten seconds passed.


    I ran at the fastest speed I was capable of, and managed to only make two sounds while climbing the nest.


    Free falling, I landed a top a feathered body, and immediately reach for the creatures necks.


    Ca....


    I grabbed Both necks and squeezed tightly, I was still slightly too late to silence the bird, and it managed to make a little noise before I could do anything.


    I squeezed both necks tightly not allowing any air to escape its windpipe, I even kick down into its body aiming to knock the wind from its diaphragm.


    The bird convulsed sharply, rustling the twigs inside its nest.


    I wanted to use the rib bone to stab the creature to death, but both my hands were needed to keep the bird from shouting and restlessly moving.


    Although I had studied the birds anatomy while eating one earlier. I still had not discovered a better way to kill them silently.


    Rustle rustle rustle


    It struggled like a wild bull, and when it couldn''t move its body, it tried to flap one of it''s wings.


    Stomp


    crunch


    I brought my leg down on the wing, forcing it back against it body.


    I stood there, on top of its body. One leg on it abdomen, the other on its wing, and my two arms gripping its neck. It jerked madly, and I felt like a surfer riding a huge unstable wave.


    ...


    Several long moments went by, and during my struggle against the bird my leg slipped away from it wing multiple times, each time it happened I would stomp the wing down again.


    ...


    Finally after what felt like forever, the bird slowly stopped struggling....


    Tak


    As it was dying I heard a sound, I stayed in the same position for several minutes not twitching a muscle as I listened to the surrounding.


    I listened passed the furious thumping of my heart beating in my ears.


    It was now absolutely silent, but I didn''t feel completely relieved, I slowly put the dead bird in my grasp down, and climb to the rim of the nest. I peaked my head over the side, and there standing just below the nest, was another bird.


    My first try at being stealthy was an immediate failure.


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