When I went out, all I remember is yelling at Ranger Milo for help on the satellite phone, a loud crack-like noise, and then whiteness.

“Goddamn, that fucking hurt,” I groan as I try to sit up, I slowly forced my back up against a nearby tree and try to assess the damage. “I felt like I went ten rounds with a bear on ‘roids.”

As I look around all I can take in properly at the moment is that it’s night- Dammit, of course it’s fucking nighttime. Might as well as light a torch though. I look around for my bag and find it close by a big charred, smoldering crater, Was that where I woke up? What the hell happened? Was I hit some of that weird red lightning? Seeing that as the only somewhat plausible solution, I start to rummage around in my oddly undamaged bag. Noticing this I perform a quick triage on myself. Okay this is weird as fuckall, I was hit by lightning and I’ve not got any burns, cuts, or anything. I am a lot tougher than I thought.

“Okay, weird no injuries thing aside, at least my stuff made it alright.” I mumble as I pull the bolt back on the M14 to check damage with one hand and flipping through songs on my iPod with the other. Finding a good song along with sliding the bolt back, I quickly dropped the gun and hit play.

Welcome to the Jungle

With some background noise going on I quickly do a supply check:

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M14
Webley MK VI
.50 BMG tin of 7.62mm and .455
Beret
Zippo
Machete
Knife
Sleeveless Duster
Akubra
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Man, I am way too armed with that amount of ammo to be considered ‘healthy’. I thought while I shove the two canvas satchels of ammunition -Sure it made the bag heavy, but not so much to were my movement is completely hindered- back into their own special divot in the bag of equipment.
At least the storm scared away most of of the wildlife around here. Not a bad thing but not a great thing either -no animals means no dinner- damn, I at least thought that the fiasco with the storm would be the end of my bad luck

*Eagle Noise*

The universe has a way making my SPECIFICALLY worse- I thought as the sound of several branches snapping and leaves rustling quickly got closer, closer, clos-

*SMACK* *thunk*
How many more times am I going to get thrown into the trees! I mentally shout as I groan to push what it was that landed on me off. As I finally shove the weight off I notice what it is exactly. I look down at the crumpled form to see something that resembles eagle wings but these are way too big. Upon further inspection I notice a pair of dark brown cargo pants on top of what looks like a set of lions paws.
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Deal with it later. I thought. “Hey are you alright?” I ask the downed...thing. It shuffled around abit before finally rolling over and letting me get a good look at hi- her face. She stood up shakily clutching the small of her back with what appear to be talons. She was wearing a black V-neck shirt under a faded brown leather flight jacket with what looks to be a sheepskin lining.

She looked over to me quickly once I started talking saying, “You should get moving,” She looked to where she came from to see that a large feline form was quickly approaching followed by a guttural roar with the sound of branches breaking, “As in now!” She looked over to me to see laying down with the M14 locked and loaded pointed in the direction of the noise.

“Move.” I stated. Not viciously, not worriedly, just… empty. She did just that

Author's Note

Alright I know it's been a while I was doing... Things, yeah, things.
I have finally come back to my bastard child to set another wave in motion.
Couldn't find better Gilda, picture that right there, but clothed as described.
PS: Sorry for the long wait don't hate me bro.