Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rue the day, wake up in ❯ monsters walking ( Chapter 2 )

“What's your name?” I hear coming out from behind me.

 

The man is awake.

 

My name? I look at the... man? Yes, I remember, that's a man. I'm female?

"I don't know"
I have no answers; I look away towards what could be meat.

Food.

"Can you kill?"

 

"Hmm...no name guess we are in the same boat I can't remember mine either. As for killing I think so." He picks up a heavy tree branch and a rock and begins sharpening the end of the stick
"instant food maker" he says with a smile "now let's see if we can find something safe to eat."

 

Safe? Safe... what was safe?

Safe was home? Home? my brain hurts, what's home...

to much thought, tears leak from my eyes as he sharpens, the dull thwack of the stone sliding against the thick fills the clearing by the cliff.

Sounds slides around me, I close my eyes.

It's easier to see in sound. Like... I'm not used to seeing.

How can I see?
Where are my glasses? Am I not blind?

... First heels, then without glasses? I touch my eyes, my feet, confusion set on my face.

Is something wrong with him too? Do I know him?

Do I know this place? Something, something, hurting my head inside.

I stand, swiftly, walking with my eyes closed. Yet I can see, I see in sound like its normal. I feel in my feet the sharp stones, feel... breath. Hear it, feel it.

My eyes pop open, and I turn, pulling on the man. I run into my room, remember the lock is broken.

That idiot broke it. Why ? Why break into my room?

"Monsters" I say, running to another open door.


They come.

 

"Monsters?....where!" He calls after me, the freshly sharpen stick in hand. "Come back you don't know what could be behind the doors." He takes off after me, muttering "safety in numbers

 

 

He's following, following! Why? Why is he near me?

Is he trying to get us caught? More food means more monsters... or less because harder to catch pray?

Why is he so loud, loud, sound, noise, feeling, attraction

"they hear you"

I try to warn, it's hard to explain, the words seem wrong somehow. Is this right? Why does speaking feel wrong, my head feels as though it's going to explode into fragments.

He's in the room, I lock it. We still have no food. It can't go on, we need food.

Light... torch? Fire. Stick? Fire is a signal. Warmth, smell, light. Protection? We have to see. I open the door again.

Listen for them, they are quite.

"Search room, I shall watch" I close my eyes, crouching at the door, feeling the world around me.

The forest roars with life, so much life! screams and sighs, burbling streams, birds chirping, squirrels eating the elfish off of fish, slimy things crawling across stones, insects upon the earth.

A heavy tread, slow, deliberate. Not giving off a feeling of danger.

I continue to let myself go, spreading into the sounds of the world around me. I ignore those behind me.

I may have to leave this one behind. He is risky. Danger radiates from his actions. Can I teach him?

Teach him of things I know not how I know?

 

He stares for a few moments and begins to search the room then turns to me and whimpers. “you don't trust me do you?....that's fine but before you go off on your own just remember its safer in numbers in the wild then it is by yourself." He finds a small jar searching the room. "We could fill this wither water at least then we wont have to constantly walk to the stream."

I continue to keep lookout, but he keeps trying to speak.

"Here you take the sharp pointy stick maybe that might help your trust in me." He sits down on the floor behind me.

My hand slides back against the cool stone.

"No slime"

maybe he'll get it. I should communicate my thoughts more, he can't read them.

Can he? No... It's not hard to tell my mistrust. I'm confused though, do I really not trust him?

Why should I? For all I know he's the one that brought me here.

Unless he's like me... then he doesn't know if I brought him here.

"Is this the room you came from?" I wonder, I need to know. No blanket for him, but one for me? A pot... I need to search my room.

No slime... why no slime here? No water? Was there water in my room?

What is in the other rooms. People have woken, people have died. How are they living without food? I feel my stomached crawling within me, twisting again, grumbling, and eating itself for lack of food.

The fruit. I grab some from the wrapped up blanket I've used to store it on my back, and use the stick to mash it in half. I offer some to the man.

He needs food too.

"Man" can I call him that? We need names. I don't like being called woman.

"Name self?"

 

He hasn't yet. I sit and think, feeling my body spread, expanding, sliding, senses tingling.

How do I know what I know? Is it instinct? Am I me?

Nothing feels right. My hair is long, brown, that's right. But I'm skinny and my eyes work, that's wrong.

How do I know it's wrong? Am I sure it's wrong? Is this a dream, a dream I can't wake from, or is the me I think I am a dream?

I hear a crack, a stick breaking. I realize I've stopped watching, stopped paying attention, have focused on my thoughts alone.

Some lookout I am.

Smell, smell hits me. Light, oh so light, blood on the air. Its irony tangy, I can feel it on my tongue. I open my eyes, and see.

A monster? A huge brown grey white mass slowly sliding along towards the clearing. It separates.

So beautiful. White, glistening white pure fur, a tall body on 2 legs. Small head, muzzle, widest eyes, pure white fur, sliding over that muscled body. Almost human shape, like a white fox standing upright. Was that a bear it was dragging by the neck.

The monster reaches down with its muzzle and rips out the stomach of the bear. Blood and guts spill out, the monster chews and rips and swallows.

So hungry, so beautiful. The meat looks so good. The smell of it makes me drool, the blood spilling across the pure white fur, how does that fur stay so white after being spilled with so much blood?

I hear movement behind me, I motion for quiet. I don't know if he sees, if he hears, I can barely hear it around the normal noise of the forest. Can't have him panicking, we can't move, we would risk attracting attention.

Suddenly another white monster jumps out and starts ripping at the bear. They eat together, this doesn't disturb the first one. How beautiful it is, the sun glistening on the white fur, the blood darkening it. Staining it a dark brown, bright red, blackening parts as it congeals.

The new one, I can see now, it's not pure white. There are stains in the fur, must be from blood. I'm latterly drooling now, water leaking out of my mouth, panting, I want to go eat. I want meat.

I notice movement to the left. Not.. Movement of the thing moving, but movement of plants shifting, moving out of its way.

It appears first like a shadow, a charcoal grey shape... another fox monster, it pounces out and hits the other two away from the meat. Pushes them towards the forest.

It's male. I can see now that since this is what a male looks like, the others must be female.

Why isn't he eating? Another monster comes, not the same. Its shape is... longer, and it's... scaled. Green, camouflaged colors shifting through the scales. It starts to eat.

I understand, the other monsters just leave. It must be too strong. Better to give up the meal so they don't become the meal. And better for the scaled monster to eat the stolen meal than risk the fight.

Those fox monsters are so strong, how strong is this one to scare away 3?

It looks over, I know it see's me.

It eats, continuing. I watch it gorge itself into sleep, sitting in the sun.

The monsters are in the light, and we hide in the darkness now. Why did I think the light would be safe? Why is the dark more dangerous?

The monster gets up. I notice night is coming. It appears to be fleeing the area...

afraid of worse night monsters? I grab the stick, and run out to what's left of the bear. Not much.

Even bones were eaten, reminding me... of the body when I first woke up. I didn't even notice it was gone, but nothing was left. Nothing at all.

I grab the leftovers, and start cutting pieces, and drag them into the river. I climb out of the river onto the rocks nearest the cave, and toss the meat into the cave, then jump into the cave.
"Get wood"
I grab the container he found, and go to fill it
I grab some of the other plants I've seen animals eat.

We might just get stew after all.