CYOA: Rustwater Chronicles Pt3
All invaluable to surviving in a given situation but also not without cost. shouldering his pack, enek was happy that for the most part he already had those on hand.
CYOA Rustwater Chronicles Pt2
=== B) Try to conceal the blade and keep it on you, what the guard doesn't know doesn't hurt them right? & B) Ask him about sights around town === Shuffling on his feet, Enek shifted view of the knife. Bending down, he act as if his boot lace...
A new problem.
A battle was taking place, and there was no doubt i'd survive it. so bloodied eyes closed and knife ready, i quietly walked forth. as i stalked forward i could hear yelling, and screaming.
Chapter 2: Let's Go!
I dreamt how i survived through the years. i saw myself making a bow from a nice, flexible stick and some horse hair. i made some wooden arrows and went to hunt something. i got a deer, for my luck, which kept me alive for a week.
Subject of testing.
Everything felt heavy as I opened my eyes and was swiftly blinded by light. I sat up and looked around the room, it appeared much similar to the room of a psych ward. On instinct I got up and made a break for the door, and was floored immediately. I...
survival of the packs
#2 of survival i got the idea from two pictures a friend showed me of two wolves they had drawn and a fox.
survival of the packs
#1 of survival i got the idea from two pictures a friend showed me of two wolves they had drawn and a fox.
The Five W's
yet another lazy day idea. ? The Five W's the sun blazes down on the calm plains of tall grass, shrubs, and small trees, a grasshopper jumps onto a small clearing in the grass, but before it can even react a human foot crushes the unsuspecting...
Alone On An Island Chapter 1
Please bare with me people this is my first story I have ever written since I was 12 and I'm not good at describing things but please enoy! ? Chapter 1 "Candy, do you want to go on an adventure?" My dark pink fox mother came into my room and picked...
The wasteland part one
This of course was not the case, in the usa there were survivors numbering in the hundreds, select individuals who all live in rural areas given that almost everybody that lived in a city was dead or so crazed from surviving they could no longer be called
Bottom Dweller
Still, i survive. the gurgling of my stomach is deafening. sharp pangs of hunger feel like an implosion in the pit of my abdomen, and if i don't fill the perpetual void soon, i think i'm going to fold in half.
Damp Sand (Otherwise Untitled)
The ferret's two-way radio crackled with a silence that drowned out the patter of his blood soaking into the hot sand.