This little puddle thing is awesome. I've been sitting here duplicating my bullets for god knows how long. I even duplicated my revolver twice, so I can have a spare one hidden here in case a time comes where I need it. I've hidden it on the other side of the pond behind a couple of rocks with a rock placed in front of the entrance. I didn't have to worry about Thorax seeing it as he feel asleep awhile ago. I don't blame him, I'm tried as hell too, but I can't rest just yet. I still have somethings to be taken care of. One of them is finding out what caused my eyes to start bleeding, but I doubt I'll find that out anytime soon. Speaking of which, I still have all that blood on my face from my eyes bleeding.
There's no way in hell I'm using the pond in here. The last thing this world needs is two of me. One is bad enough. I'll have to go looking for one outside. Hopefully, there's one close by.
I've got nothing better to do, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I drop the last bullet I've made in my pack and zip it closed. I lift it off the ground and immediately notice that it's heavier. Gee, I have no idea why. It's not like I dropped 100 bullets in it in the past... how ever long I was at it. I have no idea how many bullets I made, I just know that now, I have enough. Period.
I drop the bag a few feet away from Thorax, the bag making an audible clinging sound as it hits the ground. I won't need my bag if i'm going to be just looking around the area. If something happens, I can run back here. As for Thorax, I trust to keep his hooves to himself.
Heh, look at me, saying I trust something that I tried to kill a few days ago. This world is making me crazier than I already am.
All I need is my gun and my water bottle. It's been empty for a little while and I'm getting thirsty. It wouldn't hurt to grab a refill. I'll just have to boil it with... a fire that I'm going to have to somehow start. Again.
I walk over to the entrance of the cave, but I stop and look back in the cave for a moment. My eyes land on Thorax, who is still out cold. My mind goes to war for a few minutes and I'm just left standing there.
After a few moments of debating what to do, I let out a sigh and move over to my bag. After a second of searching, I pull out my other gun that I'm not using and not hiding. I close my bag and walk over to Thorax.
And place the gun right in front of him.
After, I move back to the entrance, and this time I don't stop to look back.
These woods can be dangerous. It's better to have some kind of protection, and it's Important for Thorax to have protection when I'm not there.
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It didn't take look to find another source of water, surprisingly.
Turns out that there' a large lake nearby. I was only walking for ten minutes or so.
Needless to say, I striped and jumped in without hesitation. The cold water against my skin felt great upon contact. I could feel layers of dirt being washed away from just jumping in. I don't have any soap or rags or anything like that, sadly, so I'll just have to use my hands.
As I'm washing myself to the best of my abilities, My thoughts drift to Thorax. Did I do the right things to trust him with a gun? Part of me says no because of what he is. I know that's not fair, but I can't let go of it. The other part of me says yes because he certainly showed me he can, and if he hadn't taken those shots at the chicken lizard, I would most likely be dead right now, and so would he.
I'm stuck in the middle of the decision of to trust him or not. I'm guessing I'm leaning more towards trusting him since I left him the gun in the first place.
My thoughts are interrupted when a pain erupts in my stomach. I must've brushed up against my stitches. I can't wait till this heals. Having stitches suck.
Oh well. I guess that's a hint to get out. I've been in here long enough. I better get back to Thorax.
I swim back to the edge of the lake and use my jacket to dry off. It'll dry over night.
Just as I finish getting dress, I hear the last thing I wanted to hear ever again.
"Changeling!"
My head shoots up and I spot a few guards on the opposite side of the lake. They must be searching the woods for any changelings that ended up here like Thorax did. And they still think I'm a changeling.
Well shit.
"Fuck!"
I take off in the opposite direction as a blast of magic hits the tree next to me. I didn't see any wings on any of them, but that doesn't mean there are any of them nearby. I have to get back to the cave and warn Thorax. Our rest is going to be cut short.
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I'm now walking with heaving breathing as I approach the cave. Life just doesn't want to give us a break, huh?
I reach the front of the cave and immediately hear growling. I instantly know what it is.
I HATE TIMBER WOVLES!
I spin around and pull out my gun and aim. But I don't have enough time as the timber wolf was already coming at me before I even knew it was there.
I'm thrown to the ground and I put my hands up to punch it. I land a good hard hit on its snout, which gives me enough time to pull my gun up.
*BANG*
The timber wolf instantly becomes dead weight as a bullet tears though its head. I push it off of me, but I'm instantly confused.
I didn't pull the trigger.
I look to my left to see Thorax standing at the entrance of the cave. He has the gun I left with him in his neon green magic.