We set up camp. Drake volunteered for the first shift of night watch. He woke me when the moon was still high, saying it was my turn.
I sat on a stump literally having to hold my eyes open. The woods are silent, not even the sound of animals could be heard. A chill runs down my spine.
"I don't remember saying I would go second." I mumble.
Hoo, hoo. The echo of an owl made me jump.
"Who, in all that is holy, would want to go into the woods at night. But noo, those f*ckers, thought it an amazing idea to leave before nightfall. I mean the least they could do is wait for the morning." I complained to myself.
There's a slight movement in the bushes, making me immediately become awake.
I slowly draw my sword, and point it towards the bush.
The bush moves again, and a black shadow jumps out, leaping at me with its claws stretched long. The moment it reached the light of the fire you could see it was a massive wolf with gray hair and white eyes.
I almost shat myself in fright but I held on, pointing the sword at the wolf. The massive beast rammed into me, Shish kebabing itself on my sword.
The massive beast that must weigh at least 230 pounds fell onto me.
"Guys, can I get some help!" I scream
"Please!"
The beast's blood and guts started to leak all over my clothes.
"Marton! Violet! Drake! Please!"
"Someone, anyone, please."
The night went on like that, until my voice went hoarse.
Drake was the first to exit his tent.
"Goodmorning." Drake said as he stared at me.
"He,help." I beg
"You know, I had the best sleep that I have had in my life."
"Hel"
"It felt like angels were singing me a Lullaby, I mean I slept like a baby. I don't know if it's the hard ground or just being out in nature but man."
Drake sat down on the stump.
Next to come was Marton.
"Ma, ton, help." I begged
He just sat around the still burning campfire, and asked drake.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Jack caught us some food, what do you say?" drake asked
"No, I'm not much into wolf meat."
"I agree."
They both sat around the fire eating some of the food they brought along, and telling jokes.
An hour later violet came out, and looked directly at me and asked.
"What's with him?"
Marton shrugged, and Drake just sat there.
She kicked the corpse off of me and offered me a hand.
I grab onto it with my weak and shaking hand, and she helps me up.
I walk over to drake with my shaking legs.
"What?" he asks.
I lift my fist up, and with one quick motion punch him in the face, knocking him off the stump. Drake looks up at me and smiles. He stands brushing the dirt off his knees. With unhesitating speed he grabs me by the shoulder with one hand, and sends the other flying towards my face. His fist clashing with my face, sends my already weak knees collapsing to the ground.