Lost in War Chapter Four (standard:drama, 2829 words)
Author: Jordan Stanton	Added: Oct 19 2009	Views/Reads: 2886/1942	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Jordan continues his journy and runs into some people

Lost in War Chapter Four There is still hope 

I could feel the soft warm air brisk across my body as I lay in the
beautiful meadow. I opened my eyes slowly and a burst of bright white 
light came flashing into my eyes slowly drifting away as I kept them 
open. There wasn't a cloud in sight, only clear blue skies and a big 
bright sun hanging in the sky. I slowly pulled myself up to a sit and 
looked around to notice nothing but silence. “The sweet sound of 
silence, sometimes the noise of silence can calm the wildest of minds.” 
 her voice echoed through my head. I brought myself to a stand 
stretching out my limbs and feeling my joints pop dropping pounds of 
pressure from my soul. The sight of the village in the distance brought 
fear to my heart once again. Those monsters have taken everything from 
me. Turning around I looked into the woods and wondered when I would 
see the light at the end of my tunnel. I started to venture into the 
woods following a path deep inside, maybe I would find some kind of 
village. I need to stop somewhere to plan on what I'm going to do next 
in this fight. The woods was quiet, I could hear for miles, the sound 
of  the leaves and twigs beneath my feet was loud. I tried to slow down 
to soften my steps and silence the noise, nothing seemed to work. I 
pushed the branches aside as I walked getting whipped in the back of 
the head from time to time. I had no equipment, I lost it all in the 
lake, never thought of holding onto anything while I was dying, I'm 
sure I wasn't the only one that's done that. Is this path ever going to 
come to an end? I thought to myself as I pressed on pushing more and 
more branches away. 

I stumbled across a little clearing in the pathway and decided to take a
sit for a while, kicked my feet out and leaned up against a tree, 
folding my hands behind my head I looked up into the top of the trees, 
I couldn't see the sky but I could tell it was getting dark. I felt 
around in my pocket to discover I had a pocket knife, Wow, look at that 
I managed to hold onto something. I took it out and couldn't open it 
because of rust. I threw it out of frustration and shut my eyes for a 
moment. Just then I heard a rustle in the buses behind me, I jumped up 
and spun around and stared at the bush. For moments nothing happened, I 
backed away quietly and started to walk down my path again in hoping 
whatever it was, left me alone. When I felt it was save again to ignore 
it I turned around and continued walking. I kept getting the feeling 
that something was watching me, I kept looking around to ease my 
paranoia. It was getting cold, I didn't have a coat, figures, so I had 
to suck it up until I could find some place to stay in for the night.  
I had jeans on, that had some tears in the legs, nothing big, but 
enough to get some cold air into. I had a long sleeve shirt on  that 
had holes on the left elbow. And a tear in the left side, of course, 
letting much cold air into. I heard another rustle from the woods to my 
right, I whipped around and  looked in to see nothing but trees and 
bushes standing still. Something is following me, and doesn't  want to 
be seen, I slowly crept to my left continuing down the path looking 
around making sure nothing sneaks up on me. Again, when I thought it 
was save a turned back and kept walking, just as I turned around I 
could hear the sound of running feet charging up the path behind me. My 
hear dropped, I realized that either they was more than one, or it had 
four legs. I swung around and before I could have time to react a furry 
four legged creature leaped onto me claws digging into my chest ripping 
my shirt more. I dropping to the ground kicking and pushing  it off of 
me, it barked and snarled and snapped at my face, I kept trying to keep 
its jaws away and kicking it off of me. Its hind legs were digging into 
my sides while its front legs tore at my chest. My left hand slipped 
and the wolf's jaws clamped down onto my left shoulder  tearing at my 
flesh. I screamed in pain as blood splattered all over my shirt, My 
legs were torn apart and my sides and chest bled profusely, I managed 
to pry its mouth off my shoulder, adrenaline surging through my body I 
let out a terrifying yell as I lashed back and forth trying to keep the 
beast from tearing at my body. I slammed my right fist into the ribs of 
the animal and it let out a yelp, giving out some of its strength, I 
swung up and out from the wolf and gave it a swift kick again to the 
rips. Yelping again it attacked my legs biting as hard as it could 
bringing me down to my knees, I grabbed the back of its neck and cupped 
my left hand on its throat and squeezed as hard as I could and cranked 
my arms as if I was trying to move a building. I heard the wolfs neck 
snap,  and it flopped to the ground mouth open, eyes opened wide, and 
me bleed all over. Gasping I stood up  trying to keep my balance, 
reaching for a nearby tree. I have to get out of these woods, I 
stumbled forward pressing harder and harder determined to get out. I 


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