>Anon getting lost on a hunting trip
>(You) continue into the dark, rifle in hand. Guided by what little moon light there is. You're tired, hungry, thirsty and to top it all off You're pretty sure a skinwalker is following you now.
>Small victory is still a victory, you spotted a tipped over tree that spans the river , looks freshly fell, you try driving your heel into the impromptu bridge, seems solid enough you think to yourself
>Famous last words if ever
>You begin a leopards crawl across not wanting to risk a mistep in the dark. You make it about halfway across when your senses are assaulted , the air becomes an ambrosia , It feels as if your lungs have been filled with honey and milk, the sickly sweet feeling is followed by your head going light, and your body going weak. With what strenght you can muster you clamp down onto the trunk of the tree.
>Your mind and body fail you for a split second and next thing you know your rifle has slipped of your shoulder and fallen into the rushing water below. The sensation of almost falling jolts you back up, your head is heavy but you cant stop here...you need to, uh...you...need..., your eyes get heavy , your strength fails you and you can feel yourself rolling off the side of the tree.
>Last thing you feel before passing out is the cold sting of the rushing torrent of water and your limp body crashing against a rock
>You're awake, its dark. You cant see, you cant move and everything hurts but despite all this something...no someone is here, their presence alone washes over you like a warm blanket and you black out again
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