As four people surrounded me while I laid down, one of them asked -
"Ey, do you remember how you got there?"
I couldn't comprehend the situation nor did I know where was I. Among the people around me their was an Old Man, Two young Adults [Probably in thier early 20s] and The one who asked to me. Looking at his appearance he might be a warrior[Or a hunter, might be both! Who knows?].
The Warrior- " Oy, are ya deaf?"(In a heavy Voice.)
He couldn't sound more rude and as I was still light headed, I didn't liked that and in the meanest voice I could make, I replied-
"No, B***h!"
The Two younglings' expressions change to that of anxiety but that was nothing of my concern cause the face of The Warrior was priceless.
I knew he didn't took any of that and things were about to go South and all I could think was of [ Shit I messed up BAD! His one Punch can make me go flying. Should not have said that.]
Suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder, calming him downing and The Old Man, in the oldest voice you could think of said-
"Sorry for our rude behavior Sir but we would like to know more of your story."
Seeing how respectable The Old Man was I felt a guilt for not replying and even before I knew, my consciousness spoke on my behalf-
"My memory is still fuzzy but as far as I could remember I was being chased.... I don't know who or by what but... Huff.. Huff..."
I know I didn't had much energy left but I forced it all out for a final time-
"but I met a dead end, at my back were the things trying to kill me and in front was a Waterfall and I... I triped, lost consciousness, somehow reached at the bank of the river!"
Those were all the words I could say before passing out from exhaustion.
{Chapter-2 coming out soon}