Survive (6)

THE SNOW MELTED on Noah's face, burning slightly, before turning wet. If not for his parka, he would have frozen to death. The wind was a murderous thing, it was dark and carried without a trace of warmth, or affection. Cold as it was, it was also a maniac, changing how hard it blew, how cold it got with a whim.

It was clear what they had to do, they would have to travel all the way back and gather their equipment, before travelling all the way back to their campfire. They needed fire and as of now they did not have a way of getting it. They needed a source of fire, something they could spread to their own campfire. There was only one black smoke rising up into the sky, everywhere else it was purple.

They waited until their parkas began shivering and the sun went down and the coldness increased. Then they travelled back to the place they had arrived from, they travelled all the way back to the place which had been burnt. Now remained only one thing they would have to do.

The snow was flat like always, no matter how many times they mixed it, coarse it, or even threw it. It would return to its original place, flat. The winds had increased their power, Alice had turned back into a gorilla as they walked, her stamina would apparently increase that way. Noah didn't mind the occasional murmur caused by such a creature. They saw the camp, the wall in front of them was ablaze. Their eyes lit up at the sight of it.

Noah didn't know how to make a fire, however, he knew how to spread it. He lifted a stick from the ground sticking it in the flame it turned aflame. A voice. A voice resounded from somewhere inside of the camp. It wasn't any type of word, rather it had been a sigh, the type of sigh you make when you've eaten too much. They circled around the wall into the opening. There sat three people.

Their eyes, however, where turned somewhere else completely. Skeletons, skeletons on the floor, skeletons hanging from a rope, skeletons in the fire. There was not a single sight of human flesh or blood, except one spot. She had been spiked on top of a cross, her arms and legs cut off. It was Marga the naked, Noah contained the vomit splashing around in his neck but Alice could not.

The sound of vomit flying out managed to attract the people inside of the camp, the disgusting slurping they made as they ate stopped. They stood up, snatching their spears, and began closing in on Noah. Their faces had been completely slashed, fresh blood dripping from it and dried blood was all the mouth. One of them had his tongue out, it continuously went around his lips licking the blood of them.

Noah grabbed his daggers, and Alice stood still. She had furiously been shaking, her red tattoo lit up brightly. "Run", she managed to whisper. Noah's danger sense was similar to sensing heat, right now he stood in front of a sun. Where the forest began and camp ended, Noah heard a roar large. The roars were followed by a lot of screams, Noah didn't dare return. The roar had made the snow fall of the trees.

He ran into the forest, as far as he could get. He ran quick enough to pant, but not quickly enough for the fire on his stick to disappear. It had burned through half the stick already, turning the burnt part into charcoal. He would have to find a new home, in front of him was another cave that descended deep into the darkness. Noah without a doubt, leapt into the cave, the stick dim light came from the stick.

It began heating up the further down he got into the cave. The stones were warm and they heated up the air in return. The stick had almost burned out, he dropped it on the floor and the light disappeared. Pitch black, that was all he saw, he had to feel himself forward. His sense of urgency had disappeared when his light had disappeared.

Noah kept crawling unwaveringly through the cave. It was really tough for him but he kept doing it anyway, since the further down he got into the cave the warmer it would get. His mind was freaking out but his body was enjoying the entire event. Because without that he would feel really bad. The cave began expanding and expanding.

He walked further towards the light and noticed below him was a pathway filled with strong candles illuminating the entire ravine. Noah climbed down from where stood and began following the path, without a permanent place to stay he was hopeless. He needed somewhere, anywhere to stay for a longer duration, a home of sorts, because without it things would go sour for Noah.

When he had descended into the bottom of the cave, he heard chattering approaching him. He tensed up for the upcoming fight by bringing his daggers up to his face. Two men, the likes of which he had never seen before. Their lips were bloated, their eyes giant, their skin blue and the shape of their head was similar to a fish. Both parties were equally shaken from eachother.

The two Fishman ran away screaming, "INTRUDER!!!!". Soon a bell ran, and soon he had metal spears pointed at his neck and soon he had been dragged away towards the village nested inside of the cave. All around him stood wierd men, men with heads of different types of fish. His body hit the cage, a snap of metal and the door had been locked. The cage was on top of a wooden platform.

A fish with a ball of a head, sharp sticks all around it. When he breathed in his face shrunk, and when he spoke his face expanded outwards. He stood I in front of the village which had been summoned, "A human has found our hideout, and the rising question is. What shall we do? What shall we do, I ask you? Shall we act like the human himself and murder him in cold blood, shall we enslave him, shall we kick him out. What shall we do!"