'It activated alright.' He coughed a little, feeling the taste of the smell in his tongue–it was horrible.
He soon got used to it and his attention withdrew from it and back to his injured feet that throbbed with pain.
He was exhausted, the strength that had come from facing the spider was beginning to wear off, his eyebrows dropped, and so did his shoulders, he didn't care about the stench any longer, it wasn't suffocating and he hoped it was doing its job.
'I'm just going to shut my eyes a little.'
He fell on his bum and scooted to the tree behind him where he leaned his back on and gave way to the grogginess that crept.
An hour passed, two and then six hours. The leaves above Mark rattled, but that didn't wake him, then a round thing from above fell and crashed on his head.
It hit him, fell and rolled forward.
Mark's eyes shot open as soon as he felt the object strike his head.
"Huh huh." He turned his head violently, frightened about the prospect of meeting another monster. Fortunately, there was none.
His eyes turned to the object that had struck him–red it was, and fairly large–about the size of his palm.
He stretched and picked it up, its covering was rather tough, Mark was certain his teeth couldn't sink into it.
That didn't stop him from trying.
CRUNCH.
His teeth didn't bulge through, only faint marks of them were on it.
"I can't use this." He said with disappointment and threw the fruit.
Immediately he did, his stomach rumbled announcing the absence of a meal in it.
Mark took one of the little containers still strapped around him.
He opened and behold, in it were little flat cakes. He immediately emptied the contents into his mouth.
"Delicious."
His stomach rumbled some more.
"The rest will be for later, I can't satisfy you as I did back home." He said and sighed.
"What would I do without Meg and Yudar?" Their kindness was almost alien to him, people back on earth lacked such kindness –even worse, they capitalized on such a disadvantaged position by making a jest of the person.
Meeting them was a prelude to this wonderful world.
His mind drifted to his pained foot, it no longer hurt as much and he raised it so he could see it.
"It doesn't look like it'll get infected. Thank God, and I'll have to rely on my luck to continue."
He got up, and when he did, he was forced to arch from the pangs in his belly.
"Fuck!"
He immediately took two containers and emptied their contents in his mouth. His teeth grinded the cakes, and he swallowed.
"Ahhh, much better."
He took the stick he had stabbed the spider with, it would be his weapon in this hostile forest.
He then gritted his teeth, a thought came to his mind.
"I'm so dumb! I should have asked the goblins for a map or at least directions. Fuck Fuck Fuck!"
He blurted, throwing apart his arms. Leaving had felt good, what came after? Not much.
He stopped and drooped his shoulders in resignation.
'There's no use worrying about it now.'
And he continued his journey, his destination? Unknown.
After an hour of limping, Mark came to a halt. He was exhausted, and needed to catch his breath.
He thought of taking a break under the shade of a tree. He lay on the shadowed grass and closed his eyes when snapping sounds interrupted the serenity.
Not just snapping sounds, snapping sounds accompanied with growls and the tearing of flesh.
Mark was suddenly alert. He sat up and pinpointed where the sound was coming from.
He got on fours and crawled towards it, a thick bush keeping him out of sight.
He closed in on the bush and peeked through the spaces in it, and he saw what caught his attention.
It was white, full clad white as snow, massive–about the width of three men and its teeth were menacing, each longer than Mark's fingers. The teeth dug in on a mutilated brown corpse, tearing without respite and at ease.
Mark swallowed and winced. The creature hadn't spotted him, and besides the whiff of the Silverine Fanged Spider was active.
'I'll be fine.' he told himself and withdrew from the bush, deciding to continue his journey.
'This Forest is dangerous, too too dangerous.'
The thought gave him little strength and he found himself speeding up.
In his struggle to get as far away from the giant white bear-looking thing, Mark recalled the feminine voice that an bothered him, and he sort of missed it.
Hearing the voice of another would go a long way in helping him feel better in this place.
He let out a sigh. He had hoped that thinking about it would somehow magically trigger its appearance, silly it was, but not far fetched.
He walked non-stop for two hours, the pain in his feet disappearing as the clock ticked.
Then he got to a stop, a little spot with no trees laid in front of him.
Mark was drawn, and he moved to it. He took about three steps into it, when an intersection of ropes sprang from below and wrapped itself around him.
Mark's world turned upside down, his body was pressed into a ball and he couldn't move.
Yet, he couldn't find it within himself to make some noise, he had walked into a trap like the fool he was.
The elaborate trap spanned from the ends of the area and tied into the trees, and Mark hung like a spider's meal.
Tears streaked from his eyes, the stick which he could probably use if he could get some space was clasped at a distance from him.
'Is this the end? It doesn't matter, I give up already.'
Defeated, sad thoughts flowed into his mind.
"Someone should please end this, anyone."
As soon as he uttered those words, a spark of pink light appeared in front of him, just about a few meters away.
His eyes widened, he was taken aback.
"Do not fret otherworlder, I'm here now."