by KumyaKuma » Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:31 pm
|Surda|
I made it.
After miles it seemed, of treking through the wood, I finally found one of my 'safe houses'. It wasn't really a house, just a thick, animal leathered tent with a camofluage cover over it, and of course, more leaves, vines, branches, and brambled had grown over it. I stumbled inside of it, Crumbling to the floor, with a musty smell hitting my nose. I struggled to get up, using a stick I had found to help support my weight. I limped over to one corner, where I had stashed some clothes a long time ago. Thankfully, they where still in good condition, untouched by the weather or bugs, just safe inside of the tent. I quickly stripped off my wet clothes, and threw on the dry ones. I brushed off some dirt, and straightened out the wrinkles, before standing upright. I grabbed a knife from my belt, and hacked at my hair, slicing it down to raggedy shoulder length. Oh, and if you're wonder what kind of clothes I put on....I was wearing boy clothes, from like, the late 1930s. And I had a crasy idea and thought.