Chương 4: Exploration

Okay, he needed to get moving; his priorities were food and water. He would also need tools and a way to make fire so he could cook his meat. Maybe he could scavenge berries. What kind of weapon could he make, or could he find a weapon?

"Okay, enough stalling; let's do this." He looked around for something he could use for a weapon. Then he noticed the rock and picked it up. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

"Better than my fists." Looking around the clearing, he noticed the ground sloped slightly downward in one direction. Water runs downhill, right? So that direction was as good as any. Mark moved slowly at first, careful with each step. He avoided brushing against branches and kept his movements as controlled and deliberate as he could. Every step sounded noisy to him, louder than it should have been. Every shift of leaves or crunch of dirt drew his attention.

He was worried that something was going to attack him again, and he did not want to be surprised this time. As he made his way down the slope, his focus sharpened. His eyes moved constantly from tree to tree. He thought he saw a rabbit in every shadow. His ears picked up faint sounds, distant and rustling. Something moving far off. The quiet life of a forest that was not nearly as empty as it first seemed. Then he realized that he was not alone. The realization settled heavy in his chest. He slowed even further.

Looking around, he could see sticks, branches, logs, and leaves of various kinds and shapes. He could see grass that might be useful for making fiber. He wondered if any of the leaves were edible. Are there edible mushrooms or other things he could eat here? What other things might there be under and around the trees? What did the other animals eat besides him? Minutes passed. Gradually the ground softened beneath his feet. The air felt cooler, and the plant life grew thicker and greener.

As he studied a patch of vegetation, he heard it. At first it was faint. Water. He stopped immediately listening. There it was again. A quiet, steady trickle. He exhaled slowly, a small sense of relief cutting through the tension.

"Good." Still, he didn't rush. If he needed water, so did everything else. He continued forward with even more caution. Looking from one plant to the next and then to the trees. What might feed him, what might attack him? Moving from tree to tree until the forest began to thin. The slope steepened slightly, opening toward a narrow stream that cut through the forest. Mark stopped at the edge of the trees and looked around. He did not step out right away. Instead, he watched and listened.

Five minutes passed while he just sat there. Then ten minutes. Nothing moved near the water. No sudden sounds. No signs of anything waiting. Still, he cautiously stepped forward. The stream was shallow but clear. The water moved steadily over small stones. He crouched down slowly, keeping his head on a swivel as he reached out and touched it. The water was cool. Was it safe to drink? Could there be harmful bacteria? Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.

Mark sat there staring down at the water as it slowly rolled along.

"What choice do I have? Either I drink this or I don't." He cupped his hand and took a long drink. The water washed away the dryness in his throat. For a brief moment some of the tension eased. It tasted fine. In fact, if he were honest, it tasted better than what he got out of the tap at home. But as he straightened, that feeling crept back into his mind. Something wasn't right. The forest had gone quiet. Too quiet. Mark stilled, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the area. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.

His heart started to race, and his breath caught in his throat. Don't move. His gaze shifted slowly to the right. At first he saw nothing. Then a shape, low and still partially hidden behind a tree, roughly twenty feet away. He focused for just a fraction of a second, then something flickered in his vision. [Forest Stalker — Level 3] Threat Level: Moderate Mark's stomach dropped. He briefly closed his eyes and opened them again. He hoped it would be gone, but it wasn't. It had been there the entire time.

Watching him. He could make out more of it now. The narrow shape of a muzzle, the outline of a body pressed low against the ground. It looked like a wolf, but something about it was off. It was too still, too controlled, and it wasn't running. It was waiting. Mark didn't move. Neither did the Forest Stalker. For several long seconds, they simply watched each other. His grip tightened slightly around the rock in his hand. There was no way he was winning a fight with that. Not even close.

That rabbit almost killed him. This thing would finish the job. Slowly and carefully, Mark began to stand up. The Forest Stalker shifted. Then it moved one step forward. He froze instantly, his breath catching.

"Don't run, don't panic," he told himself. He forced himself to breathe slowly and evenly, keeping his movements controlled.

"I'm not a threat," he murmured under his breath, though he wasn't sure if that mattered. After a moment he took a single step back. He paused, then took another step back. Still nothing. The Forest Stalker didn't charge, and it didn't retreat. It was watching him, measuring him. Mark took another step back, then another. After several careful steps, a tree moved between them, breaking the line of sight. He stopped, then tried to calm his breathing. He listened but heard nothing. No movement, no pursuit.

His heartbeat started to slow, and his breath slowly came back under control. Only then did he turn, moving slowly at first, then picking up his pace through the trees with quiet, deliberate steps. He didn't stop until the sound of the stream had faded behind him. Even then he stayed alert, every sense stretched thin, listening for anything. A sudden noise broke the silence behind him. A sharp cry. Thrashing, something in pain, then nothing. Mark closed his eyes briefly.

"Yeah," he muttered.

"That would've been me." He let out a slow breath, forcing his heart rate back down. Water meant survival. But it also meant danger. Everything needed water. And some of those things were far beyond him. Mark adjusted his grip on the rock, his expression tightening as his thoughts settled into something more focused.

"I need to be smarter than that." Stronger wouldn't be enough. Not yet, maybe not ever. Out here, strength wasn't what kept you alive. Understanding it did. He glanced back once more toward the stream, then turned away. He wasn't hunting out here. He was trying not to be hunted.