The Last Outlaw: Part 4.5

The fog surrounding me and my two companions was thick, the air muggy and all sense of the world gone. As we walked on further into the woods it was difficult to know both where we were going and when we would get there. Fear was filling the air, but there was no going back. I had to keep going. I had a summons to attend too and my two companions, I can’t remember their names, pushed forward struggling to breathe as we went. The forest seemed to be endless. There was nowhere to go. We were lost in the middle of a dark black forest with no food no water, shelter, water or heat. That was when I started to worry that I was being misled.

My breath started to stager. It was too hard to keep going. My knees went weak and gave way. It felt as though I was falling. Falling through a deep dark tunnel. I had fainted.

I woke up shortly after with an elderly women slapping my face painfully and shaking me. A look of concern crossed with fear was upon a young boy’s face. Helmund looked toward basil. I tried to sit up but the pain in my stomach was unbearable. Finally I was able to sit up against the tree stump they used as a table. Though as I sat the three of us remained silent. Up further away a wolf cried to the moon. Which was barely visible through the dense fog. It was hard to tell what was more unnerving. The looks on the elderly women’s face or how terrified the boy was.

We sat there for a minute that seemed to go for an eternity. As the trees moved in the aggressive wind, shadows of fighting shapes littered the ground.

I explained to the women about our situation.