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| Shapeshifter Isle Chapter 20 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 8 2013, 03:39 PM (277 Views) | |
| Munfy | Dec 8 2013, 03:39 PM Post #1 |
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"Any one else notice that Drake and friends have been gone way longer than they were suppose to" I say poking at the fire with a stick embers speeding up towards the night sky, only to blink out of existence. "Ya I'm..well I'm not really sure how I feel I trusted him on this one.. I just hope every body makes it back" answers Walter with a worried look in his face, he nervously pokes at the fire as more embers spring to life. "Don't worry to much buddy, Drake might be a cocky asshole but he's more than capable of looking out for himself" I say reassuringly patting Walter on his back, "tell ya what me and the big man" I motion towards Reds hut he's already sleeping "we'll head out first thing in the morning see if we can't find em eh?" "Thanks I'd offer to come but.." "no worries there's a lot of shit going on here you need to keep an eye on things" I interrupt, Walter nods in agreement. "So why did you and Red setup outside of camp anyway?" "Well I can't speak for Red but I like a little privacy, it's not like it's to far anyway I can see your camp from here" I point off a couple hundred feet towards the 'town'. "Your not worried about any of the wildlife coming to investigate your camp?" Walter muses. "Well me and Red keep everything pretty clean unlike half the other folks who leave food scraps in their fire pits, the should probably be more worried than me, but enough of that nonsense I've got something interesting I picked up on the ship you'll probably wanna see" I motion for him to follow me, he waits outside my hut while I rummage around under my make shift bed, returning with a box of electronics, "I convinced one of the other survivors to fix these up for me" I pull out one of the crank radios and pass it to Walter, his eyes lighting up "we can try and radio for help!" He nearly shouts "well that's a possibility I suppose, there not that strong thought I was thinking more along the lines of lending them to groups that have to leave camp for an extended period of time I've got four in total that way we can send multiple parties out" I say distracted looking around for a lighter, "your not worried about them being broken?" Walter asks. I take a deep breath inhaling the tobacco smoke "well I've got a fair amount of spare parts and there is actually a number of radio operators in camp, it was some type of club they were on the cruise celebrating something" I chuckle "but I won't be handing out radios all Willy nilly, if one of the operators is going on the trip to them it would make sense to lend him one, outside of that it would have to be at my.. no our discretion" I say. We sit around the fire talking some more about the changes that have happened to both Zack and Drake, plans to explore the island and long-term survival if rescue doesn't come, eventually the rumours that someone's stealing from everyone else comes up, I tell Walter about the man I'd confronted on two occasions as well as his assault on James, letting Walter know to keep an eye on him and to let me know if he sees anything. I also extend to offer the relocate his camp closer to mine and Reds, but suddenly we're interrupted by screaming. We run towards to camp flames licking the night sky drowning out the starlight, at least a half dozen huts are on fire, some people run around in a panic no idea what to do, others are running g to the stream soaking blankets in water then running back to cover the fires, still more stand dumbstruck with no idea what to do. "This is another reason it's good to be outside of camp this place is a god damn tinderbox all these huts right next to each other" I yell over the screaming, as we approach in one of the huts it quickly collapses ontop of its occupant "grab his legs!" We both yell at eachother, with a pull the man's free from the fire visibly burned but well enough to walk away. I can see Reds woken up and is busy pulling people from the fire and carrying them to safety, after about an hour the worst of the fire is gone small groups walk around putting out the remaining hot spots and a triage has been set up, most people will be fine with small burns hear and there just in need of disinfecting, but others aren't so lucky we have two that are on deaths door, doubtful if they'll make it to morning between the combination of third degree burns and sever smoke inhalation. The source of the fire is traced back to a single hut but oddly enough the fire started at the back of the hut opposite to the side the fire pit was on, we decided to keep this under wraps for now but we'd definitely be keeping our eyes open. It had me nervous enough to sleep outside my hut in the goat pen with my knife under my back. Early in the morning before sunrise I got up a packed a light bag, my knife on my hip a rucksack with some water bandages and a fire starter, I grab my walking stick and go wake up Red. "Imma head out and look for Drake and the guys, you stay here and keep an eye on things I don't like what happened last night", "ya.... fine... whatever" he mumbles out still asleep, I leave him a note knowing full well he won't remember our talk, and take off. Walking through town I grab Sonera fish off a fire and leave a small pocket knife in exchange. "Some ones missing breakfast" I chuckle warping the fish and putting it in my bag. I stop at the edge of the camp with still at least a half hour before sunrise, I light a smoke a look for the path leading out of camp it only takes a minute to find even in the poor lighting as our little going away party left the edge of the path trampled. About an hour into the woods the path became overgrown but you can tell where they made frequent stops looks like they'd been fighting, "Drake must have been making them train quite a bit" I speak aloud, a branch snaps I look around and see a wild dog "or should I call it feral" I say aloud again, creeping along out in the woods watching me, "what's up little buddy" I call out reaching into my pack and grabbing traded fish, I take a bite and pull a little piece off tossing it towards the dog, he back pedals at first but catching the scent slowly approaches and gingerly picks up his piece, watching me the whole time. "You'll keep me company on my walk won't ya" I laugh I walk for about 2 more hours the dog following me the whole time "your an odd one eh, most dogs take off once they know the jigs up" I chuckle tossing what's left of the fish towards him at this point he's comfortable enough to just dip his head down to pick up the fish without breaking stride, still hasn't come within more then 15 feet of me though just keeps pace slightly off trail, I slow down to light another smoke when I can here a faint voice "john were are ya we gotta get going!" the voice calls, the dogs ears pick upland he looks towards the noise then back at me, "fuck your stupid mutt I'm in charge and I say we're going" finally a voice I recognize, I cup my hands around my mouth a yell "Fuck off Drake no one cares what you think" the voices go completely quite except for the sound of tree branches crashing obviously Drake taking to the trees, "let's make this a game eh, puppy" I smile at the dog and put out my smoke, after about 10 minutes of the slowest walking I've ever done I see smoke rising from the fire pit that had been put out, I drop to the ground and crawl under some ferns, "now Soren, Zane and Paul are probably gonna be at the center of camp either waiting calmly or in a defensive circle, but Drake..Drakes gonna be..." I hear more branches swaying I smile seeing Drake land in the branches of a tree about 15 feet in front of me. He's looking off in the opposite direction with his back towards me, I slowly crawl on my stomach till I'm maybe 7 feet behind him, I very slowly pull my water bottle out of my pack, his head snaps to the side. "How in the holy mother of fuck did he hear that" I think to myself, the dog quickly saves the day by running into camp barking happily. Drakes head snaps forward, I take my chance I jump up and run toward the tree I throw my water bottle towards Drake and jump up kicking of the tree I use my walking stick to push him from his branch, he hits the ground with a heavy thud. "Your fucking dead!" Drake yells jumping to his feet, he turns around swinging his fist, I lean back avoiding the punch only to have my feet swept, in response he catches the butt of my stick in the solar plex, he gasps giving me more then enough time to get up. "We good or do you wanna show these guys how to really fight?" I smirk raising an eyebrow, "it's on" he smiles I drop my walking stick and take my knife from my belt. "Keep your hands up" I comment landing a left hand jab to his face, "same for you" the words hit me almost as hard as his fist, Drake swings wildly as I back pedal, "gonna wear your self out" I see an opening and he gets a front kick to the shin as a reward. "Fuckin lefty" he spits on the ground, I make my move coming in with a series of quick left jabs, Drake blocks them all with ease, then rushes forward I pivot to my left and sink my right hand into his stomach, he grabs my arm attempting some form of lock, instead I pull us both to the ground we exchange punches rolling on the ground, I get side mount and start driving knees into his side, his response is a round of punches into the side of my head. I drop my elbow into his chest and hear him gasp for air, I jump to my feet putting my hands up, Drake follows suit at this point we've both got bloody lips and soon to be black eyes, he rushes me again I duck behind a tree and here his fist connect with a heavy smack "musta hurt eh buddy" I say poking my head around the tree with a smile. We square off again I let Drake waste some energy throwing punches while I backpedal eventually his hands start to drop, left jab, left jab, right hook, he staggers back, he comes forward again catching my by surprise jab, hook, jab I get a little dizzy, I throw my right hand past the side of his face, he smiles but it quickly fades when he feels my grab the back of his neck pulling his head down while I bring my right knee up, he grabs me by the waist and slams me down, he starts throwing punches, I reach over and grab a handful of earth throwing it into his eyes I roll him off of me but before we can square off again Paul and Zane rush in between us "we get it you both win calm down" Paul pleads "alright alright, just having some fun" I say putting my hands down picking up my smokes and lighting one, Zanes having a slightly harder time than Paul, he had to hold Drake back for a while, he finally calms down and we share approving nodes and shake hands "better than I thought" Drake smiles, "didn't see nothing" I smirk back. "Your dog did do much to warn us, the useless mutt" Drake scolds Nick, "eat a dick" Nick answers without hesitation, "oh my walking buddy was your dog eh?, explains why he was so curious about me instead of scared" I jump into the conversation "his names John" Nick lightens up. "Well who's gonna introduce me anyway" I say putting an arm around both Soren and Paul. |
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| Black Ice | Dec 8 2013, 07:01 PM Post #21 |
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Bitch if you were 100% right handed you wouldn't be left handed you dumbass. Wtf are you gonna say then, you're 100% right and an extra 50% left? Edited by Black Ice, Dec 8 2013, 07:02 PM.
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| VenomousDragon | Dec 8 2013, 07:24 PM Post #22 |
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The Perpetrator of Canadian Carnage
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Bitch I was born right handed, hence in terms of genetics im 100% right handed, in practice its 75% right handed |
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| Black Ice | Dec 8 2013, 07:36 PM Post #23 |
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Bitch you just made your sentence redundant. You're either 100% right handed or not. Which is it? You can't have both. Edited by Black Ice, Dec 8 2013, 07:38 PM.
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| VenomousDragon | Dec 8 2013, 08:26 PM Post #24 |
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The Perpetrator of Canadian Carnage
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Bitch if I want both I have both, thats it. |
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| Black Ice | Dec 9 2013, 10:57 AM Post #25 |
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NVM Edited by Black Ice, Dec 9 2013, 11:01 AM.
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| Wyvax | Dec 10 2013, 03:24 PM Post #26 |
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Good chapter Munfy, the fire was unexpected and wrenches up the plot. I hacked up a tree with an ax last Thursday (it got me pumped it was awesome) and towards the end I took the initiative to deliver my strikes left handed, boy was it worth it. Got no handicaps in the ax-wielding department now.
Edited by Wyvax, Dec 10 2013, 03:26 PM.
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| Black Ice | Dec 10 2013, 03:36 PM Post #27 |
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Sure everyone be fucking left handed. |
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| Munfy | Dec 10 2013, 03:40 PM Post #28 |
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Poor black ice lol |
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