《The flip fall》 Trash "Fucking hell" I cursed at my computer monitor. Lost another round. This is so fucking annoying. Those little five year olds I got teamed up with were the worst. I closed the game and opened chrome. Gotta find something else to do. It''s only 11 pm. Finding a cool documentary about some random guys going into a jungle, I started watching it. Half an hour past before I got bored. Nothing is really interesting anymore. Games annoy me, videos bore me, real life social interaction is scary, what should I do with my life? Well, I should probably go to sleep. Not like I got anything else to do. Shrugging, I clicked the turn off button on the computer and got up from the chair. I was only in underwear and the room was already dark, so I got nothing I need to do before going to bed. Of course brushing teeth is important, but I already did it once this morning. I lied on my really bland single person white bed before closing my eyes. I just want to do something with my fucked up life. I know I can, but I''m too lazy. Well, it''s not like if I think of this problem anything is gonna happen. Maybe I will check some things tomorrow.. yes tomorrow, now I just wanna sleep. After a few minutes of imagining random fantasy stuff, I fell asleep. ------ Waking up blearily and getting off bed, I looked around my now bright room. Everything is so fucking messy. A few cans of soda on the floor and my computer desk with a banana peel near my keyboard were most noticable. There also seems like there are a few mismatched colors on the wall. Shrugging, I went to the bathroom of my two room apartment and washed my face. Looking up into the mirror I could see myself in all my early morning glory. There was nothing special about me. I had a sharp jawline, brown blood shot eyes with bags under them, messy bright brown hair and a look of a psychopath¡­ the look of every young adult when they wake up.. I think.. probably. Shaking my head, I took my toothbrush, washed it with some cold water and put toothpaste on it. After brushing my teeth, I looked at them in the mirror. Reasonably white.. eh, good enough. Taking a look to my side, I saw my bathtub. It was white. Nice. After thinking for a bit, I sighed. Really don''t want to do this, but I gotta take a shower.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. I smelled my armpit for confirmation, and yes, I do need a shower. Sighing once again, I went to my bedroom, took a clean pair of boxers from the closet and went back. Placing the boxers on the sink table at a relatively not wet spot, I changed my outfit to my birth suit. After taking a shower, I got out of the bathroom, mumbling my curses. today is going to be another boring fucking day, right? Suddenly, I remembered my train of thought from last night. Standing still, I tried to remember exactly what the thought entailed. Need to find a job.. huh? I don''t really want to.. but I sure need to.. After standing in the middle of my small hallway for half a minute, considering if I should really do something as risky as exposing myself to modern torture, aka, ''interviews'', I decided against it. Could do it tomorrow, right? What''s the point in rushing things? My rational mind knows that this is not healthy thinking, but I really can''t do anything about it. I should be doing what I''m good at. Video games it is. And so, I went to my small messy room and played, cursed and crushed some random eight year olds to oblivion until late into the night. After this ''eventful'' day I went to sleep, expecting next day to be exactly the same. ------ I stood up from bed, albeit unsteadily. Taking a quick look around the room, I noticed that everything was the same except the fact that there are two pizza boxes lying below the computer. I did the same routine, washing my face, brushing my teeth, having a bath and, not to forget, staring at my ''handsome'' looking face. Currently, I sat on my gaming chair, watching some anime. Suddenly, my phone rang. I took off my headphones and looked at my discarded phone which was lying on the floor. Sighing, I got up from my chair and then looked down at it. It read ''an incoming call : Mom''. I sighed once again before bending down and picking it up. I looked at the screen for a few seconds before answering the call. "Hello?" I asked, trying to find out what the hell she wanted. Miko-chan was just about to kiss Ryouta senpai, and now I feel like I''m hanging on a cliff. "Josh? Hey.. I just wanted to call. Check if you''re ok. Everything''s fine?" asked my mother''s disturbed voice. I felt some emotions bubbling up inside me, but I managed to suppress them. "Yeah.. everything''s fine. You got nothing to worry about." I replied, sounding confident even though I know that my life is pretty fucked up and not healthy at the moment. "That''s good.. that is good.. listen, I am sorry that I need to be doing this.. but your dad wants to have a talk with you. Would you please come down to our place next week?" she asked. Panic started to spread through me. This is bad. I hate my dad, and he hates me. We never got along after the ''incident''. But I can''t refuse my mom.. she hasn''t done anything wrong. "Yeah.. sure.. I will come. Just send me the time later." I said before hanging up. I didn''t want to continue this stressful conversation and I had a feeling mom too wouldn''t have liked that. After taking a few deep breaths, I threw the phone on the desk before sinking into my chair. This is quite the situation. "Fucking hell.." I muttered under my breath. I took a few more deep gulps of air before resuming to play late into the next day. Also, Miko-chan got fucking embarrassed and ran away¡­ fucking hell. Start falling A full week has passed of doing practically nothing aside from playing video games, watching anime and reading manga. Nothing special happened. On the third day my mom sent the time to come and this is the day. I need to be at their house in about two hours. I looked through my closet to find something nice to wear. Finding a blue t-shirt and some jeans, I started dressing up. First I put the t-shirt on. After that, I started putting on my jeans. I couldn''t do it while standing so I opted to sit on my bed, trying to get the damn thing on. "Fucking hell." I cursed. This took like 5 minutes to get on. Guess I''m not in shape. I smirked at the thought of me wearing those jeans before this whole fiasco. Before I became a trash weeabo who eats unhealthily. I went outside feeling uncomfortable. This is so fucking weird.. going outside. Breaking the routine. This is probably good for me. Still, I can''t help but have the feeling that my visit to my parents isn''t going to be all flowers and sunshine. Honestly, I''m not looking forward to it. I hope we will have some technical difficulty and I won''t be able to come. Alas, everything went as planned. I got on the bus, and after 30 minutes of boringly looking through Twitter on my phone, the bus arrived to my destination. After getting down from the bus and walking another 10 minutes I got to an apartment complex. It looked grey and worn out. It had six floors and was pretty wide. Still, you could practically see the natural color of the bricks that the house is made of fading away. A funny thought to be sure. After getting inside and calling the elevator, my sense of unease skyrocketed. I don''t know what they want from me, and I don''t really want to find out. I rather continue on with my life then having awkward conversations with the embodiment of my childhood. Taking a deep breath, I went inside the elevator which has already opened. After pressing the button for the fourth floor, the elevator started going up. My thoughts were already muddled and I didn''t notice my surroundings until the elevator arrived. I went outside and tried to psyche myself up. This is it. This is the time. The time to confront my dad and mom. I can make an educated guess about what they want to talk about. I worked to their door and stood in front of it. Fidgeting, I knocked on the door. A few seconds passed before someone opened it. It was my mom, a woman in her fifties having brown eyes and curly blond hair that reached her shoulders. She was wearing white shorts and a loose red shirt. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "Hey Josh. Please, get inside." she said, beckoning me to get into the apartment. "Hm hm." was my reply. When I was inside I looked around the living room. It looked the same. Same old TV, rugged black leather couch, a coffee table made of glass, a brown fluffy big carpet and a few paintings of flowers hanging on the wall. And then I saw him. My dad. The fucker that made my life the way it is now¡­ well at least he is the one I blame. He was tall and fit. He wore some casual blue pants and his work shirt. He was looking at me with an unreadable expression from the hallway of the house. After looking at each other for a few seconds, my mom came back from the kitchen and sat some food down on the coffee table. "What are you doing, staring at each other? Come on, food is served." My mom said stiffly. She could probably feel the tension as if it was slamming to her like a hammer onto a nail. We both stopped the staring contest before slowly going to the table. We stood in front of each other, both not wanting to be the first to talk. "What are you.. five? Just stop and greet each other already." Seems like mom had enough of our rather childish behaviour. "Hey." I said, trying to be casual, before extending my hand. "Hi." Dad said before extending his own. We shook hands and then plopped down on the couch. I looked in front of me and saw a plate with rice and chicken in it. I took the spoon which came included with the meal and started quietly eating. I didn''t want the one to start the conversation. It appears my dad had the same thought. My mom looked at both of us before releasing a tired sigh from her lips. "You should man up. I had enough. I''m leaving." And she left, leaving her plate of food to get cold. After a few seconds I started feeling awkward. Guess I need to really man up and start the damn conversation already. Fucking hell. "So.. how have you been?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Dad stopped eating and took a few breaths. "I''ve been fine. You?" He asked me back. This is not what a conversation between two adult relatives should sound like. But even adults can sometimes be childish, so I guess it''s fine. "I''m doing fine. So, what did you want to talk to me about? You did ask me to come here." I demanded. Well demanded is a strong word. More like.. I asked harshly. Yes.. asked harshly.. "Well¡­ I think that we need to resolve the little bout between the two of us.. so I wanted to say sorry. I''m sorry I kicked you out of the house. I''m sorry I made him die. I''m sorry. It''s all my fault." My dad said after putting his food down. The guy didn''t even look me in the eyes. The fucker is not even really apologising. All he wants is to have ties with me, I know. But sometimes you just cross a line. And the line has been crossed. "Mom told you to do this, right? It was all her right? You don''t even want to fucking apologize. I''m sorry, but I can''t hear this shit right now." I said with teary eyes before standing up. This is it. This is my decision. I won''t come back. This is what broke the camel''s back. This is the last straw. I''m done with this fucking bullshit. I went to the front door, opened it and went outside. The trip back home is blank. I went on autopilot, not noticing anything. I think I even cried a little at the bus stop. But it doesn''t matter. I made a decision and I will stick to it. I got home and closed the door behind me. A grunt of anger escaped my lips. I was angry as all fuck right now. Angry at my dad, at my mom, at myself and at the situation. This is so fucked up. I started punching the air until I was exhausted. I stumbled to my room, opened the door, fell onto the bed and cried myself to sleep. Drowning in blood I woke up feeling like shit. I got up from the bed, onto my unstable feet and went to the bathroom, doing my routine all over again. When I plopped down my chair, I started to really think through what happened the day before. Fucking hell¡­ the situation is so bad. It''s gonna be really fucking awkward to speak with mom after this. How could I do something so rash? And so, I sat there, contemplating my life choices until I came to a solid conclusion. I need to stick it up and stop talking to them altogether. They did something terrible and I''m not going to laugh it off like it was some fucking joke. After getting my resolution, I sighed a deep and shitty sigh before turning my computer on. After playing some games I called my internet friend, Lukas. What? I''m lonely, alright! "Hey man, how are you doing? Ah, shit. This guy just sniped me. So.. how''s it going?" Asked Lukas after I got into a game with him. "Ahhhh¡­ everything is shit, like always. FUCKING HELL!! Kill him! NOO!! He was right in front of you, you bitch!!!!!" This fucking guy on my team¡­ how the fuck can you be so stupid.. "Listen man, it''s gonna be alright. Just gotta up your game. Listen, I need to go in like.. ten minutes. So.. let''s finish them, ey?" Lukas said while crouching in front of me in game. "Yeah, let''s fucking do this shit." I said, taking out my knife. We both went separate ways. I took my sniper and got to high ground. Lukas took out a semi-automatic and camped near center I took aim to the spot where I estimate the head of the enemy will be in when they try to get out of spawn. With my finger on the ready, I waited. SHOOT! The bullet hit the man''s head. Two others went right through his body, firing in my direction. I quickly took cover behind some convenient bricks. Took some damage, gonna need to bandage up.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. "Lukas they''re coming to ya!" I ''said'' to Lukas while getting out a medkit from my inventory and pressing use. "On it." Lukas said, laying low, waiting for the opportune moment to strike with a few dozen bullets. I tried to peek out but both of them started shooting again. Suddenly, our other teammate decided to show up¡­ only to be a fucking idiot and start shooting at them right in the open. I watched it happen. He died. "Hahahahahahaha!!! What an idiot! That''s amazing." Lukas shouted through my headphones. I couldn''t help but agree, this is not how you play this game. After a few seconds of vigilance, the two enemies started bhopping to center. When they got to line of sight, Lukas sprayed them with shots. He managed to kill one with a few lucky headshots before the other one shot him in the head, killing him. "Finish this." He said. I replied with a ''yeah'' before getting up from my cover and sniping the hell out of the guy. He wasn''t fast enough and died. We both typed ''gg'' in chat while we laugh at being called hackers by the other team. Oh.. they say they will report us, eh? Well.. not like we care what the fuckers think. "Ah, shit. Gotta go. Cya." Said Lukas before hanging up. I looked at my computer monitor for a few more seconds and decide to just watch some anime... ¡­Fucking Miko-chan man... ------ Been a few days. Currently, I''m beating the fuck out of some unlucky guy in ''Hitman : Online''. When the guy died, I heard a noise through my headphones. Weird¡­ I took my headphones off before going into my small hallway and looking into the direction of the empty living room. "Hello?" I said while shivering. Always.. always when things like this happens it gives my the creeps. Guess I watch too much movies. There was no reply, so I just shrugged and got back into my room, this time locking the door. If there is really someone here, then I will notice. After a few more successful rounds in game, my phone beeped. I sighed and took my headphones off. Looking at my phone which was lying near my elbow on the desk, it said ''mom''. Fuck.. I guess I can, at least, check what she wants from me. I took it and looked at the message. It said ''I''m sorry''. The message needed some time to register in my mind, and when it did, I exploded with anger. Honestly, How. The. Fuck. They. Dare. This is the worst apology I have ever got in my entire shitty life. Not only did they ask me to come to their house and gave me that fake ass apology, now they''re trying to apologise through fucking text? Not even face time? That''s fucked up. Suddenly, there was a loud noise followed by the world becoming portrayed as afterimages. Then the pain hit me hard, the fucking pain. It was as if I was drowning. And believe me, fucking drowning is not a good way to go. My entire body felt numb, my senses started to disappear. Fucking hell. ...Damn you Miko-chan... Literally falling This is fucking weird. I don''t really know where I am. It''s black.. I think. Fuck. This is actually quite terrifying. I wonder what happened? Did.. did I get fucking shot? That''s some bullshit.. there is no way.. right? Fuck.. get me out of this fucking place! I don''t want to die! Shit! Fucking hell! Suddenly, there was light. Me, in my Desperation, tried to reach the light. But I couldn''t. I can''t fucking move. I just ''floated'' there, trying to understand this fucked up situation. The surroundings started laughing. The pleasant kind of laugh. The laugh of happiness. Wait.. I recognize this laugh. This is Kyle''s laugh! What the fuck?! Did I really fucking die? ''Do not worry.'' said Kyle''s voice between laughing. His voice made a warm feeling spread throughout my body. I don''t want to die, but, maybe it''s fine? If I get to be with kyle, then it''s fine.. right? I literally cut my connection with the only people that really know me a few days ago. So.. maybe it''s good that I died. I won''t have to live through a shitty life after all. ''Thank you for remembering me. Goodbye.'' said Kyle''s voice before going away. I was left there. Alone. In silence. This is a shitty situation. Fucking hell. Now I need to stay here for eternity or something? Kyle! Kyle! Please come back! Don''t leave me alone! After a long time, I felt something. It was like something is tugging at me, trying to get me somewhere. I don''t really know where, but what I do know is that in this situation I don''t have a fucking choice. I can neither move nor complain, so there is really nothing I can do. After some time, the tugging stopped, and I started falling. Wait.. falling? Shit! It feels like I''m really falling, but with no air pressure. This shit is fucking scary. Well.. at least I don''t need to be worried of falling on solid ground, right? Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Seconds passed before I crashed into something. Something incredibly thick and heavy. But the weird thing is.. I don''t really feel pain. Fuck yeah! Take that you piece of shit! Then the pain started. I started feeling things, and oh boy, this fucking hurts. I fell onto the ground. The ground was cold and hard, with the texture of uneven stone. I began coughing and retching. Looks like my brain thinks that something is wrong so it tries to throw it up, even though there is nothing to throw up. I continued to lie on the floor, heaving, trying not to start a coughing feat again. A few seconds past before the pain subsided. Still feel like shit though. My stomach hurts and I''m out of breath. Deciding to just stay in that position until I feel ready to move again, I closed my eyes. Minutes past before I opened them up again, but this time I focused on my surroundings. It was pitch black. Couldn''t see a fucking thing. I stood up unsteadily, and glanced around. Yep, can''t see shit. Sighing, I started going into a random direction with careful steps and palms in front. After a few seconds I hit a wall, so I decided to go into another direction. And I continued this way until I found light. Fucking light, yes! I don''t know how long I''ve been wandering in there, but fuck it, let''s continue to that light. When I was got closer, I could see that it was the opening to a cave. And I''m inside the fucking cave. Holy shit, what if some predator was inside? Or maybe there are going to be a lot of people outside saying ''pranked!''? Yeah, fat chance, that. When I got outside, I scanned the surroundings and found that I am inside a fucking forest. Fucking hell. From the pan and into the fire it is. I have no idea where the fuck I am but if the clean air I''m breathing right now tells me something, it is that this place was not touched by humans that much. And if that is the case, then there can probably be a lot of predators. I looked up and saw that the sun was already setting. Everything was shrouded in shadows. I sighed. I should probably wait out the night inside the cave. Fucking hell. "This is some bullshit." I muttered whilst getting inside the cave. I went about ten meters in and stopped. This isn''t a safe place to stay at.. but what am I gonna do? It''s not like I will be able to see anything at a forest at night. There are no fucking headlights here. And so, I sat down on the really uncomfortable floor, closed my eyes and fell asleep from mental exhaustion. Fucking forest When I awoke, I started going through everything that happened up until this point. I saw my mom''s text, got shot (probably) and killed, went through some crazy shit and fell down here. Seems about right. One question though, "What the fuck?" I couldn''t help but mutter aloud. This is some fantasy shit right here. I mean.. I fucking died, didn''t I?! Then how the fuck am I sitting inside a cave which is inside a forest which is fucking nowhere?! At least I assume so. I mean, the air is too fucking clean and delicious, so¡­ yeah. "Fucking hell." I got up from my resting spot, only to wince in pain. Ah fuck, sleeping on uneven rocks is not the most healthy thing, I see. I started walking towards the outside world at a slow pace. Don''t want to fall on the floor from fucking pain, now do I? When I reached the entrance, I stood agape. Honestly, this is beautiful. The sunlight is coming from my right, illuminating the forest in a serene way. Gentle wind picked up leaves from the ground and carried them as if they were treasure. The trees were also pretty big and beautiful. You don''t see much forests when you lived in a city your whole life. What made the scene even better was the background noise of the birds, singing their morning melody. Damn. Fuck yes, this is what I''m talking about! Fucking nature! It''s so pretty! Honestly, I just wanna stay here and enjoy the view, but I can''t. I have shit that needs to be done. First, I need to secure a water source. I''m already getting kinda thirsty. The cave will be my shelter for the time being, as I managed to sleep without getting fucking mauled to death by a tiger. Food is not a problem at the moment. I can survive without it for the time being. With a plan set in mind, I entered the maze of green and started searching for what I needed. For some reason everything seems so vibrant and alive. But still, I can''t let my guard down. I go through the forest as carefully and quietly as I could. Don''t want to advertise my presence to some potential customers of the all you can eat buffet of Josh. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. While I walk, I try to listen to running water. Nothing is coming up in my radar so far. What would I do to maybe have my computer with me. Then I could search up how to survive in a fucking forest when I only have jeans and a t-shirt that I haven''t yet changed out of. Suddenly, I heard it. Flowing water. "Fuck yeah" was said by some crazy creature wearing weird fabric in the middle of the woods. I cautiously closed the distance between me and one of the remedies of life. After a few seconds I saw a river flowing down to my left. I looked to the right and found a relatively large mountain overlooking everything like an overlord. This is the mountain where my cave comes from, right? I looked around the edges of the river, trying to see that there are no animals before coming up to it. I looked down at the water and my eyes widened. This is bullshit.. right? Fucking hell, wasn''t expecting this, to be sure. I looked the same aside from two things. I had tiny horns which were hidden under my hair. I only noticed them because of the unnatural bump in the hair that can be seen in my reflection. But the most disturbing thing was my eyes. My fucking eyes are slitted. They are like the eyes of a fucking cat. I mean, how fucked up is this shit? I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I was only partially successful, but that is enough. I need to fucking drink. I kneeled near the water and used my hands as a container to bring the water into my mouth and drink it. It was fine, a little dirty, but fine. I took another few gulps of the water before wiping my mouth with my bare hand. I got up and looked around, relieved there weren''t any other animals. I decided that I needed to go back to base. This place is probably really fucking dangerous. I should be more safe in the cave.. at least I fucking hope so. Sighing, I made my way back just as cautiously. Good thing I have good memory and sense of direction or I would have been fucked. When I got to the cave, I entered and took a few paces inside before sitting down. Looking into the darkness of the cave, I couldn''t help but mutter ''fucking hell'' under my breath. Taking a deep gulp of air, I thought about my appearance. Honestly, this is really fucking creepy. And I''m weirded out as all shit right now. But I feel like this is better than wasting my life away in the confines of my room. Or, I''m just going to die while sleeping. Fucking hell. Can''t help but blame Miko-chan. Damn you Miko-chan! Cooking (?) I woke up and looked around, slightly confused. Looks like I fell asleep at some point. Fuck.. this is bad. I''m mentally exhausted, and hungry. I don''t know what happened but I went from mildly hungry to really fucking hungry. I painfully got up from my sleeping position and went outside. Looks like it is afternoon already, eh? Hopefully, I will come back before dawn. Slowly, I got into the woods. Trying to make the least noise possible. But of course I can''t do that perfectly, I''m not a professional tracker or some shit like that. Still, that''s good enough. I looked around while walking, trying to find a path made by some animal. Couldn''t find a thing. Guess I just need to aimlessly go around and luck upons some delicious pork or something. Fucking hell. Honestly speaking, I have no idea how I could kill an animal with my bare hands. Suddenly I had an idea. I could probably use a sharp stone or something, right? I scanned the ground surrounding me and found my new weapon. It was a relatively large rock which has a pointy tip. Eh, good enough. I took it, and continued my track through the forest. After a few minutes of walking, I heard leaves rustling in the distance. With a bloodthirsty smirk, I stalked towards my prey, ready to make some dinner. Suddenly, there was some noise from my right. Looking at that direction, I tried to listen to anything suspicious. There was no sound, no animal, nothing. Phew. At that moment, I heard some tapping behind me. I turned around with superhuman reflexes and found that a wolf was running at me. with its mouth opened wide and it''s tail helping it balance on the forest floor, it looked quite menacing. Instinctively, I brought the stone down in front of me. I felt it hit something right when the wolf slammed into me, scratching his fangs at my side. We both fell on the ground. After a few moments of disorientation, I assessed the situation.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. The rock hit its neck, breaking it and in the process killing the wolf. With pain flaring through me, I pushed the wolf aside and got up. I looked down at my side and found my shirt torn and blood leaking from two long gashes. I grunted in pain as I applied pressure to the wounds. This hurts so fucking much. I looked down at the body of the wolf, which has died painlessly since I managed to hit it with a luck shot to the back of the neck, the weak spot of every mammal. Well.. guess it''s wolf steaks for dinner. I looked down at my side once again, seeing that the blood has already stopped. Wait.. how the fuck? Now that I think about it the pain has also diminished.. this is so weird. I looked at the body of the wolf once again and sighed. This is going to be fucking annoying. I dropped the bloody stone on the floor, bent down and took the wolf''s body by its hind legs. Dragging the body through the woods was painful and frustrating. But I managed. Fuck yeah. I dropped the body near the cave and looked at the sky. This whole endeavor happened in two hours. There are still a few hours until the sun sets. I could probably manage to cook some meat at that time frame. I looked around searching for something. For what, I didn''t know. How do you start a fire again? I thought about it for a few seconds before going around and trying to find something that can help me make a fire. After a few moments, I found Flint. It was strewn about near the entrance of the cave. That''s pretty fucking convenient, isn''t it? I took two rocks of flint and put them near the body. After that, I went around collecting dry leaves and sticks and putting them in the entrance of the cave. I lit them up with the flint and waited until I had a little campfire. I went outside and looked for a stone that I could use as a substitute of a crude dagger. After finding one, I started to skin the wolf. It went really fucking bad, but it''s better than eating nothing. I took some nearby fallen branches that I saw a while back and stuck them through the meat. It''s going to taste like shit, and will be like shit to my health. Still, I can''t do anything about it. I put the meat near the campfire and waited. After thirty minutes, the meat was reasonably cooked. I took it and bit into it. This is so fucking disgusting. Please, oh Lord, don''t make me eat this. But I knew I couldn''t stop. I was so fucking hungry. And so, I chewed, cursed and cried. After I finished eating, I threw the little branch on the floor before going into the cave, falling down on the floor and falling asleep with teary eyes. Freaky girl in a creepy shack I woke up feeling refreshed. Seems like a sleeping beauty with a full belly is a happy sleeping beauty. I looked around the dark cave before psyching myself up. This is it. Today I''m going to find some people who could help me with my shitty problem. I hope. I got up and went outside the cave before going in the direction of the river. Where there is water, there is civilization right? Also, now that I think of it, I was pretty fucked in the head yesterday. I mean, I went through a forest with a BLOODY CORPSE! How the fuck I managed that, I don''t know. A few meters before I got to the river, I looked around, checking if there aren''t any animals around. Only, there is an animal. It was a doe, drinking water from the river at its leisure. I stood there dumbfounded. This is crazy. Why the fuck does the doe have purple fur? This is not right. Fucking hell, now I''m even more scared to go on. The fact that a mere lone wolf attacked me is a miracle. I decided that I will be going in the direction of the flowing water, a bit away from the river as to not attract any... yellow hedgehog. After a few minutes of walking, I stopped. I need water. scanning the perimeter of the river bank and finding nothing, I quickly went and got my fill of some beautiful water. ------ A few hours past before I stopped. This is a wooden shack, isn''t it? The shack was positioned in a clearing a few tens of meters from the river. I will go and check it out, maybe it will help me somehow, even though going to a wooden shack in the middle of the woods is fucking freaky. I closed in on the shack, scanning the surroundings. This is the start of every horror movie there is, so I better be prepared for anything. Especially in a world where a purple doe is a thing. The shack was small. Only about 5 meters wide and 6 meters long, the shack looked old. The wood was scraped and scratched in many places, and it seems the small wooden door wasn''t replaced in about a century. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. I got in front of the door and breathed deep breaths. This is it. Let''s fucking go. I knocked on the door. There was a small whimper from inside. It sounded human. Panicking, I opened the, apparently unlocked door, and found a girl lying on the floor. The shack was empty. Except, of course, the girl that was lying in obvious pain. I rushed to her, afraid that maybe something happened. When I touched her shoulder, her head snapped up, revealing her slitted yellow eyes and sharp teeth. Before I could react, she chomped down on my hand, eliciting a cry of pain from me. She was drinking my blood. After the shock went away, I instinctively hit her head with my free hand. She whimpered, head falling onto the floor before her body fell limp. Painfully, I took my hand away from her mouth, staring at it with wide eyes as new skin begins to grow and as the pain slowly diminishes. I then turned my head to the body of the twenty year old looking girl. Now that I''m less in a fucking panic, I examine her closely. She had a torn, once green, dress on her which was covered in blood. Whose blood it is, I don''t fucking know. Her mouth was leaking some of my sticky red liquid, making her vacant slitted eyes look even more terrifying. "Fuck. Fucking hell. Shit. I did this? I killed her? Fuck. No, she bit my hand! It was in self defense!" I muttered, looking down at the body. I quickly got up from my crouching position and got out of the shack. I closed the door behind me before taking a few gulps of fresh tasty air. This is so messed up. Why did she do this? Whose blood was this on her dress? Why is she lying here in the middle of nowhere? So many questions, and no one to answer them. I walked up to a nearby tree and sat on the floor, leaning on it. This event continued to replay in my mind. I killed someone. I fucking killed someone. I''m a murderer. But it was in self defense, so it''s justified.. right? Fucking hell. Also, what the hell are those slitted eyes? I have them too. What do they mean? I need to keep moving. Yes, this is horrible. Yes, I''m a fucking murderer. Yes, I need help, but how can I get help without finding civilization first? I need to continue my search. And hopefully not find another poor sap who wants to drink my blood. An image of the vacant eyes of the body appeared in my mind, making me vomit all over the ground. After retching for a few minutes, I went to the river, not even bothering to look out for danger and drank some water. After washing down the shitty taste of bile from my mouth, I wiped my teary eyes with my sleeve. I need to continue. I then started my journey once again, feeling a bad feeling in my stomach. Or it could be the fact that I puked a few seconds ago. Shrugging, I continued on, into the unknown¡­ ¡­ only to slip on some mud and fall onto my face. Fucking hell.