Chapter 2

Chapter 2

After dragging for some time I see his rib wound start to bleed, friction from the drag opening up the wound more. I think for a bit before removing my leggings under my jeans and using them to push the open wound back in place and making a knot around his ribs to keep the skin in place. It’s still dark as hell and I sit back catching my breath when the call of fear comes to my ears.

Being unable to ever forget the sickening memory that accompanied the sound my body begins to tremble. I see them showing me a very well hidden hollowed-out  tree. Getting the meaning I frantically drag us inside, tumbling and falling all along the way, still hearing them call to me.

Now inside I feel less cold and with his body pushed up against me I notice how high his body temperature is. We are completely covered in mud and I try and push more into the tree when I hear the crush of leaves, then came a growl.

What was that? A chill runs up my spine, my body shakes with fear and I hear the call, an attempt to calm me when I looked at the gap we had slipped through only to see the breathy light cover the area. I somehow knew that they were helping, but I wasn’t sure what form the aid had taken. Could the animal not see us, or could it not hear us?

I tried to remain as still as possible, seeing very large animal legs walk past the gap. It’s then that I notice there was more than one. The paws resemble something close to that of a dog’s, with feline paws being flatter. One sniffs the air and I freeze thinking if it’s an animal they could no doubt smell his blood and have come to get food.

Looking out the gap I hear them passing and growl some more before leaving. I remain frozen in place trying to comprehend what the hell I had gotten myself into. Knowing that I am knee-deep in this shit already I reside myself to see it through till the end. I move after what seemed like hours of hiding.

I move out and hear the calming sound knowing that the area was safe, I sigh a breath of relief and drag the big ass bear man from the tree. I look at his body and see some mud in the wound by his ribs, I feel dirty thinking that if it were my wound I would hate it and the worry of infection even lingering in my mind.

I go to try and clear it from the wound when blood pushes most of it out and I jerk to vomit to the side, I look down and see my boots covered in my vomit. Very fucking rewarding this adventure has been I think and tell the calls to fuck off. I am beyond pissed, I am so far out of my depth and have no idea where I am going. I don’t know how the hell bear man was still alive and what I was meant to do with him.

The only comfort I had felt was his high body heat, hoping it was a good sign that he had not lost too much blood and I was not dragging a corpse around the woods.