Stranded Part:2
"AHHHHHH...."I wake with a start, launching myself of my makeshift bed and into a tree branch with a thud. "Owwwwwww" I say rubbing my head. Having been born in the wild I've had to live with whatever I could scavenge together be it poles for weapons and dead pine needles for bedding. Getting up I strap on my gear and head out. Ever since the apocalypse the world's towns and cities have become death traps for anyone foolish enough to wander in, I prefer the quiet forests, still a danger with the new evolved creatures that will hunt down and devour any animal they can find. I walk my way to the nearby river the only place i could find with drinkable water and even then it tastes bad but I still feel instant relief as the water runs down my parched throat. Having been stuck in this world has nearly drove me insane at times, I had gone 3 days without eating or drinking at one time due to something I hope I won't have to go through again but, that's another story. I head out on my usual supply run scanning the outskirts or towns for any possible resources. The danger with these places is that other survivors may be raiding or even inhabiting these towns and most don't take kindly to intruders.With my binoculars I find what looks like to be the remains of an old sports shop, a good place to find a defensive weapon. As well as an old grocery store most of the shelf's are picked clean but I see what appears to be a few box's around. Wasting no more time I pack my binoculars and break into a dead run for the sports shop taking care to not leave a trail in the soggy ground. I carefully sneak inside to the equipment section which has been thoroughly stripped but what most people usually miss is the very top shelf. I put on my gloves and start scaling the shelf's making sure not to knock the over which has happened on more than occasion. Having made it to the top which is also stripped clean I take the opportunity to scan the rest of the shop which is mostly unusable tools and empty box's. I do however spot a crowbar wedged in between two metal beams. I wag my tail in pleasure at this lucky find. With that I scramble down the shelf's and race to where I saw the crowbar. I turn the corner to the crowbar to find myself in front of a pile of box's, "No wonder nobody got it." I said to myself. I start clearing the box's away which takes a full half hour and the then to my astonishment the crowbar's gone, I mutter to myself in anger and then I start turn when I hear the click of a gun behind me, "Don't move."