Wait the rain out
It rains heavily for several days, and you find yourself losing more and more energy. Your nose is running and has been for days. You're starving, the only thing you've had to eat being bugs and spiders trying to use your cave as a shelter from the rain. You're exhausted, the thunder keeping you from sleeping more than a few hours every day. The only thing that you have going for you is the weak fire you eventually started after trying to dry your wood. At least you're not cold. At least you have shelter.
You've been using a sharp rock to sharpen some sticks into affective wooden spears. The rain has stopped, and you need to go back to the stream after food.
On the walk back to the stream you fall and cut your wing on a sharp rock. It doesn't seem like anything serious, but you find yourself unable to use the hand the wing is attached to. It worries you, and you decide to look for grass to bandage it with.
The hunt for fish doesn't go as smoothly as last time, you slide and slip on the slippery rocks in the stream, and the fish don't seem to want to get on your stick. You get some, but not enough to return home with, you'll have to go back in a couple of days. You find some leaves and grass, along with sticks and twigs on the way home. It's not a lot, and you fear you won’t be able to bandage yourself up.
You return home safely. The fire isn't quite burned out, and you hurriedly put the new sticks on the fire. It burns brightly, lighting up the darkening evening. You bandage your wound. Your exhaustion becomes too much quickly, and you fall asleep.
Written by AnxiousRomeo on 04 October 2017
