I've never really had the best luck in my life, but I think that day I had the worst luck.
I stared at the debris. My mind started racing, and fast.
I'm alone. I'm alone.
"Screw the debris! I'm getting out of here!"
I looked for wood. There was some wood at the shore, and some deeper in. I didn't bother going deeper in. God knew what was in there.
I had to open the file deep in my office brain, just to remember how to start a goddamn fire. I was a boy-scout once. I quit-but that's beyond this story.
And there the fire was. I did a crazed noise of excitement. I keep adding more wood, seeing the fire grow. I got lost in the moment, is all that was. I'm not crazy or anything. It was noon, and bright, but the fire seemed to shine more than the sun.
I kept adding more and more wood. It grew bigger and bigger, until it was as tall as the tree. You'd think I'd be singing Kumbaya by now.
I heard, from what seemed like far away, rhythmic drumming. I looked up from the fire. The drumming was getting louder. My heart was beating as fast as they were advancing.
Dun-Dun-Dun
Dun-Dun-Dun
The sounds were deep and hollow, as if coming from a large drum. I moved closer to the shore, in fearfulness. The leaves were rustling. I was just about dying.
Out comes highly decorated, painted warriors. They were mostly women, some men. They were carrying almost futuristic swords, all curved, kind of like a scimitar. And they were tall. Their armor was blue, purple and green. It looked as if the armor was wrapping around them like vines.
The leading lady, the one almost directly in front of me, looked down to meet me at eye level. She pointed her sword at me.
"Inkbar a dosh?" she said.
"Who are you?" said another male, directly next to her.
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OPTIONS: WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
OPTION 1 : Run away from these crazy people, deeper into the forest
OPTION 2: Tell them who you are
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