A Lonely Soul

I woke up to something like metal clattering on the ground before a gust of wind near my legs and lower torso. Grabbing my revolver I turned on my flash light before looking around for the source; in my hurry I accidentally fired of a round near deafening me as the sound bounced off the walls. My rings were ringing afterwards but in the ringing I thought I heard a scream in pain. Standing back up I looked around; the dark greedily ate the weak rays of light coming from the flashlight. Seeing that the. . . thing was gone I holstered my weapon but kept the hammer primed. Putting on my rough-sack I quickly made my way out of the cave back into the forest.

One thing I noticed as soon as I exited the cave was paw markings in the ground; how lucky of me. I crouched down, after examining the paw prints I estimated that it was big. It was also out on a hunt, I wonder. . . taking out what was left of the mutant I laid it on the ground before running into a bush. Pulling out Mischa I positioned it on a rock and waited. After two hours of laying there the thing came out of the tree-line. It looked like some sort of mutation as well; loin body, bat wings, scorpion tail, and large ears. It consciously came out of the forest sometimes eyeing my position or another. As it approached the carcass I moved my finger from the trigger guard to the trigger. I lined up the cross-hairs onto its skull, right above the eyes not between. As it got closer my finger slowly started to squeeze the trigger.

Just a moment before I pulled the trigger a ear piercing roar filled the air as a five giant lizard heads came out of the tree tops; the sixth flying at the mutant. Before it could even react the mutant was in the giants jaws, bright red blood gushing out of the bite wounds. The mutant roared in pain as it tried to swipe at the creatures eyes or its tail trying to get through the tough scales. The hread threw the mutant into the air; open jawed. The mutant came back down, and in one mighty gulp it was down its gullet. I could swear I heard a faint roar under the flesh and gurgles. What a way to go. After that the heads started to move away with scowls aimed at the sixth.

I sat there just thinking what the fuck just happened. Five minutes later I got up and started my scout for a water source. Going threw tons of foliage and sneaking past large beasts I found one, the only problem was it was a swamp; it'll do... for now. Walking over to one of the "cleaner" or what looked cleaner ones I filled the canteen up hoping to purify the water later; even though it still had dirt in it. As I turned around I noticed a large shadow over me, not daring to look back I broke into a sprint. A head came down just to the right of me. I continued to run sometimes dodging the heads as they came down on me, mouths wide open.

As I neared the forest edge one of them caught me, its saliva covered me as its wet tongue was slimy as fuck! Flipping onto my back I pulled out Mischa again, solving the muzzle into the things upper mouth. 'Go to. . .' Pulling the trigger the round tore threw the bone and into the brain turning it into mush. The head fell to the ground with a thump as I was pushed to the right side of the mouth. As soon as I was able to refocus my vision I climbed out of its mouth and made a mad dash for it; the other heads yelling in anger behind me. I ran into the forest, adrenaline was present in my body as I ran past trees and jumped over roots.

I made it to a clearing where I stopped after eight strait minutes of running. After I caught my breath I looked at my self. I was still covered in saliva, head to toe. The stuff smelled awful, but not like Dmitry after he drank an entire bottle of vodka. Good times, good times. I needed to find a way to clean myself, a faint rushing of water caught my ear. Starting off in that direction I came across a river, taking off my gear; including my boxers I jumped into the ice cold water. The water made me shiver as it pressed against my pale skin, I stood there for a while before diving in.

Opening my eyes under water I could see certain parts of the bottom while others were completely black due to the lack of sunlight. My lungs started to burn so I resurfaced and inhaled. Swimming over to a shallow end I begun to was out my hair and equipment. Luckily my filters were not filled with saliva. I washed off my clothes afterwards leaving them to dry on a tree branch. I sat on the bank water covering up anything below my waist. The felling was new to me, I was used to cold hard concrete and crawling through mud. While during short stay here I felt free, the blue sky above as the sun shown through the clouds. To me this is paradise, it was paradise.

I began to clean my revolver with at least one bullet in it ready to fire, after cleaning it I reloaded it and continued to clean my gear; humming the song Katyusha as I cleaned. After my clothes dried or semi-dried I put them back on. I dumped the dirty water into the river before taking my canteen and filing it with the cleaner water. Grabbing my now cleaned revolver I holstered it before pulling out my Saiga-12 I began wondering threw the forest again. Moving towards the forest edge I noticed a male deer not to far away; an easy kill. Putting the Saiga on my left leg I slowly crouched down grabbing my rifle. Shouldering it I leveled the cross hairs over the dears heart, pulling the trigger the muffled sound of a rifle shot became audible as the bullet flew through the air towards it. As soon as it hit the deer it upper chest exploded into a mist of blood and flesh followed by a high-pitched scream. Turning the scope to the cause I fixed on a buttermilk yellow Pegasus with a pink mane wearing a green sweater and blue jeans.

Gilt hit me like a angry librarian, she just watched an animal get blown open like it was nothing. I thought about leaving the corpse there but my stomach disagreed. Standing up I slowly made my way down the hill focused on the dear; trying desperately not to look into the Pegasuses eyes as I approached. She watched me as I came closer with a guesstimate of sadness, fear, and shock. Grabbing the deers corpse I lifted it up onto my shoulders, turning away from the Pegasus I began to walk back to the forest.

'How dare you. . .' I continued my march. 'How Dare YOU!' yelled out a voice behind me; flying to my face it gave me a glare that could kill... one of its own. The glare it gave me was pathetic, putting to much effort into it. I stood there and tried to not put any emotion into it. Then I got tired and returned the glare; she immediately backed down, hiding behind her pink hair. I walked around her trying to block out the sobbing as I walked back into the forest. I continued walking in the forest, any monster that got near me backed away as I glared at them. Returning to my cave I set down the hide before cutting into its flesh. I used a cup for some blood I could use later, sticking the carcass on a stick I began to cock the hunk of meat that could last me a while and drinking out of the now purified water. A bit hot but worth it. Finally I pulled out my journal.

Day 2,
After going near deaf out of a accidentally fired revolver I saw a mutant get eaten by some sort of creature, almost got eaten by the same creature, was able to find a source of "clean" drinking water, and got me a deer with the price of my pride. That was my day.