A camping trip... Kinda (open)
Sept 23, 2012 18:27:12 GMT -5
Post by davy on Sept 23, 2012 18:27:12 GMT -5
Chase Pack
Chase was going camping... Well sorta camping. Really Chase was walking into the woods about five feet from his house. He knew it didn't really count as camping, but he didn't care. It wasn't that he was scared of going off into the woods; it was that he felt lazy today, and that dark clouds were rolling in which meant rain was sure to follow. Mostly the second reason though. Chase actually went in the forest often. He would walk for miles just to explore the forest, and because he hated being stuck at home.
As he packed for his "Camping" trip he could hear the wind picking up outside. He wanted to get into the forest soon, or else the rain would come and he'd have a miserable time setting up shelter. In his rush he decided to only pack necessities. By necessities he meant a knife, water bottle, berries, rain jacket, and backpack. He packed these things quickly and left the house around 6:15. He looked at the sky, and where usually he would have seen a beautiful sunset filled with shades of reds and purples, he saw dark ominous clouds creeping towards him.
This didn't bother him though. He kept walking at his usual casual pace into the woods. Once he entered the forest time slipped away from him. He walked whistling a happy tune for what felt like a few minutes. He thought he'd only walked a few hundred yards, but when he turned around there was no sign of home, and it was getting darker by the second. He decided that he needed shelter soon, or else he'd be sleeping under the stars, or tonight clouds.
He immediately went to work selecting a tree with a wide trunk. He then walked until he found a sizable branch the wind had blown from a tree. He dragged the branch along the ground, which made a very loud noise. He wished he could do this more quietly, but he was strong enough to lift the massive branch. Finally he got it to the tree and leaned it against the trunk diagonally. The he pulled some smaller branches off the surrounding trees. He needed one more branch, but he'd exhausted his resources of downed branches. He saw a nice looking one on a tree nearby. He pulled out his knife and started sawing away with the serrated end. He was almost through when the blade slipped resulting in a deep gash on his fore arm. He broke the branch off out of anger and put it on the shelter. He then through some leaves on it to keep water from coming through the cracks.
He crawled into the shelter and went about treating his wound. It was bleeding a lot, but he wasn't worried about it. He poured water on it to try and clean it, then cut a sleeve off his shirt to tie above the cut to stop the bleeding. He was about to start tying it when he heard footsteps outside. They were too big to be an animal, so he knew it was a human. He peeped through a crack in his shelter and saw an outline of a person walking towards him.
It wasn't that Chase was a paranoid person, but people in the woods at night usually didn't have good intentions. As he looked he could tell the person was quite a bit smaller than him. He decided it was worth the risk after all he was armed. He crawled out of the shelter. He stood up and looked at the figure. He made himself look as big as possible, and used his most in charge voice to say, "Who are you? What do you want." His eyes were locked on the figure, and his hand grew sweaty on the hilt of the knife.
Chase was going camping... Well sorta camping. Really Chase was walking into the woods about five feet from his house. He knew it didn't really count as camping, but he didn't care. It wasn't that he was scared of going off into the woods; it was that he felt lazy today, and that dark clouds were rolling in which meant rain was sure to follow. Mostly the second reason though. Chase actually went in the forest often. He would walk for miles just to explore the forest, and because he hated being stuck at home.
As he packed for his "Camping" trip he could hear the wind picking up outside. He wanted to get into the forest soon, or else the rain would come and he'd have a miserable time setting up shelter. In his rush he decided to only pack necessities. By necessities he meant a knife, water bottle, berries, rain jacket, and backpack. He packed these things quickly and left the house around 6:15. He looked at the sky, and where usually he would have seen a beautiful sunset filled with shades of reds and purples, he saw dark ominous clouds creeping towards him.
This didn't bother him though. He kept walking at his usual casual pace into the woods. Once he entered the forest time slipped away from him. He walked whistling a happy tune for what felt like a few minutes. He thought he'd only walked a few hundred yards, but when he turned around there was no sign of home, and it was getting darker by the second. He decided that he needed shelter soon, or else he'd be sleeping under the stars, or tonight clouds.
He immediately went to work selecting a tree with a wide trunk. He then walked until he found a sizable branch the wind had blown from a tree. He dragged the branch along the ground, which made a very loud noise. He wished he could do this more quietly, but he was strong enough to lift the massive branch. Finally he got it to the tree and leaned it against the trunk diagonally. The he pulled some smaller branches off the surrounding trees. He needed one more branch, but he'd exhausted his resources of downed branches. He saw a nice looking one on a tree nearby. He pulled out his knife and started sawing away with the serrated end. He was almost through when the blade slipped resulting in a deep gash on his fore arm. He broke the branch off out of anger and put it on the shelter. He then through some leaves on it to keep water from coming through the cracks.
He crawled into the shelter and went about treating his wound. It was bleeding a lot, but he wasn't worried about it. He poured water on it to try and clean it, then cut a sleeve off his shirt to tie above the cut to stop the bleeding. He was about to start tying it when he heard footsteps outside. They were too big to be an animal, so he knew it was a human. He peeped through a crack in his shelter and saw an outline of a person walking towards him.
It wasn't that Chase was a paranoid person, but people in the woods at night usually didn't have good intentions. As he looked he could tell the person was quite a bit smaller than him. He decided it was worth the risk after all he was armed. He crawled out of the shelter. He stood up and looked at the figure. He made himself look as big as possible, and used his most in charge voice to say, "Who are you? What do you want." His eyes were locked on the figure, and his hand grew sweaty on the hilt of the knife.
