It was around 7pm, Otashu was on the phone with Zu, planning out their vacation. "Zu, please don't forget the bug spray this time?" he said in a serious tone. "Otashu, I know I forget things sometimes, but I promise I won't forget your precious spray this time." Zu replied over the phone, in a sarcastic voice. "Oh, haha, last time you forgot the spray, I was like candy to the mosquitoes." Otashu said, replying to Zu's sarcastic comment.
"I'm going to pick you up around 8pm, ok?" Zu said. "Alright, I'll check to see if I'm missing anything." Later that evening, Zu pulled up Otashu's backyard, "Zu, you're 15 minutes late from the time you said you would be here!" Otashu said in an awkward tone. "You think I don't know that, I was trying to get some things together." Zu replied. "Onto the campsite?" he asked Otashu. "Hell yes, you know I need to get away from my father."
Otashu said in a scared, sarcastic voice. "True, I know how your man abuses you, and how I'm your escape." Zu replied in a caring, yet worried tone. Both the boy's would arrive at campsite 6, just in time as the street lights came on. "Seems like we got here just in time before they closed the gates." Zu would say in a relieved voice. "Yep, it seems like Zu." Otashu said. They would park in their campsite, set up, and start the campfire, cooking 2 hot-dog's each. "So, what are you going to do now that we are here?" Zu asked. "Well, I was thinking that I could go for a small walk in the woods." Otashu replied. "You do that, you haven't had much freedom at your place, I'll stay here and set things up here for the night." Otashu would get up out of his camping chair, starting to walk to the trail. "I'll be right back Zu!" he said in a loud, yet quiet tone.
"Alright then, I'll just be here, setting things up, by myself." Zu replied in a sarcastic tone. Otashu would start to walk the trail, watching the small creeks that flowed like silk in the moonlight. As he was walking the trail, 38 minutes away from the campsite, he would see something, something covered in vines, leaves, and twigs. "The hell is that?" Otashu would move closer, inspecting the object that looked like a chest.
The closer he got, the more he noticed it was an abandoned and old chest. Rust covered the metal lining the chest's metal guard, the lock, oxidized from the air and rain over time. The wood, looking worn and rotted from nature. Mushrooms and Fungi would cover half the chest's oak wood, "I wonder what's inside this chest." Otashu would say to himself. As he reached for the oxidized lock, it would fall off the moment he touched it. "Guess this chest is that old, the lock seems to have weakened." Otashu would lift the rotted lid carefully, trying not to break its already damaged wood. Inside would be a glass bottle with lichen wrapped around it, a purple liquid would slosh around inside as he lifted the chest's lid father up to take a close look.
He would peer inside, seeing the glass jar more clearly. It's shimmering glass now faded, lichen wrapped around the lid, and scratches around it everywhere. Otashu would put his hand into the chest and pull out the small glass jar, pulling it to his nose to take a sniff. "God damn, this stuff reeks of mildew!" he would holler out in disgust. Otahsu would look back the way he came from, making sure that Zu had not followed him, looking back at the jar.
"It would not hurt to see what it tasted like, right?" He would ask himself. Otashu would lift his free hand up to where the cork was, and pull it open. Moving the jar closer to his mouth, feeling the liquid slide down his throat.