It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... on days like these, I don't expect to find myself in a 5 meters long Shack on a tree, it's empty tho.
Like nothing inside. I don't know how long I have been asleep but I'm ready to eat whatever I find edible.
First thing first, water, stay hydrated kids, there is a sea near the shack. But the water is green? Even worst, if I see far it's black.
If I don't drink or eat I'll die anyway soo here we go. As I left the shack I felt down on some weird blue soft grass. It took fall damage so thank you nature.
As I got close to the sea, I heard a familiar voice, soft and beautiful that I might have heard when I was in high school.
If I remember correctly she was a bit shorter than me anyway. She was always getting along with everybody.
The kind that will salute you when most people will ignore you. The kind that will share instead of eating. The kind of kind people that you don't find often.
As I turned my back I saw her face and though, you know sometimes I hate to be right.
"Hey, dumbass don't touch that."
Indeed, she was here wearing some leather pants and some kind of animal fur bras and a leather backpack, holding her hair with a little piece of stick, that she removed just after insulting me. She's like an angel.
After everything I have seen in middle school, I don't think beauty kept the same meaning. If I was Leonardo DaVinci I would have painted her, if I was an artist, I would draw her from every angle. But I'm just a man, that knows how to write romantic stories.
I don't think describing her is a good idea, each one of you all reading this story would get a different face, different vision, different ideas.
But I can give information you'll find in an ID card, for example, She's my age and shorter than me, cute, beautiful, hot, and just perfect in my eyes.
The image of perfection is something very hard to find and yet she's here, slapping my face because I'm daydreaming about her beauty.
What really woke me up from that dream is my hunger. We went back up and there was a room under the shack with all material used to make it: stone ax, lot's of stone probably to make it smooth and a bunch of other hunting tools.
As I opened a door I found living animals with a stack of blue thick fibers, the animal turned its head and it was green, like green weird green I tell you.
When I looked up there were a lot of meat pieces rolled in some kind of cotton clothes that seemed wet by the drops of water on the ground. It made me want to puke so hard I could vomit the acid in my stomach.
As I shut the door she was behind me like a fricking ghost. Still can't speak but I have started to get along with the stress. And there is nobody out here so I'm starting to feel confident of myself.
Still looking stressed as hell. Trying to get along with an angel, but I'm just a man, with a large open mouth and a mind so blank even an empty paper isn't as blank at me right now.
We sat down together and she told me everything after we felt from the pipe. And how my heart didn't beat for a moment, but that didn't surprise me much since I recognize her aura even if I'm dead.
Her voice was the same as the before, a song to the ear of the musician. A lullaby for a sleeping baby. The perfect instrument for the song of life, the kind of song you'll hear and enjoy your whole life.
But when she said that she was scared I felt like some kind of hot chills on my chest. She also told me how she survived the first nights attached to me because I was kinda hot.
Which made me almost blackout if she hadn't told me that we don't have blankets in this world so yes I understand if we have to touch each other to transfer our heat.
Wait, so I was a hot blanket for her when I was out? Or was I that Lolli pillow manga fans love to hug?
Still, I think that was impressive to survive and be able to build such huge constructions like tools and a shack and bring a 1 tone animal up and probably more than just one animal.
Well, she's smart after all, I do see a bit of math and calculations are done in most of the inventions, including the pulley, and all the knowledge she has about all the different subjects.
Survival, woodworking, animals, food, purifying water, and many more mechanics I will be discovering as we live together. Even if I still can't talk to her, but I have made some progress.
Now I can move my head up and down, left and right, to say either yes or no. I also started doing like I think to doubt about something, put my hand on my belly to eat and on my throat to drink, hug myself to show that I'm cold and pant to show that I'm feeling a bit too much heat. Else that is a big nope. I still can't speak a word.
Life wasn't really moving forward. No advancement, no moving forward, just surviving with what we have.
Of course, we did some research and brought back some human inventions like the wooden clock, the calendar that we forgot to change daily for a while, we made bread and yogurt even if it was absolutely disgusting but you always get used to anything if you stay long enough doing it.
We finally reached some piece and I was ready to confess to her when the unreal impossible happened, it was dark and malicious.
The enemy of all humankind and technological and medical progress.
It's so bad I can't tell you what it is right now.
Volume 1: Sadness and Dispair
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