It was ment to be a simple camping trip. I thought to myself as I lay breathless in a bed a yellow flowers. It did cushion the fall but my backpack did basically fall on my back. I get up my body feeling like crap but nothing is broken, I hope.
"Fuck me and my luck." I say to myself as I seem to have the best and worst luck at the best and worst moments. For example how I fell down this hole. I found a hundred dollar bill at the edge. After taking it a rock I had my foot on a rock falls out from under me making me fall. On the plus side I still have the hundred.
I was on my knees and look up surprised I survived that kind of fall. Maybe the combined cushion of the flower bed and my fat saved me. Finally I stand my legs feeling better but not by much.
"Okay trapped in a cave with barely any food." I say with a sigh not confident in my survival chances "God, I am so dead" I say to myself as I notice what looks like a pillers and a hallway. Having no other choice than wait and die I follow it. My backpack on I count what I have. My two knives, one large buck another a combat knife. Canned food and bottled water. A phone barely any bars and knowing my luck if I try I will only get spam calls.
Following the hallway it was dark with only light coming from the sun where I fell. I make it to another flower bed but this one was different. There was a single large sunflower in the middle of the bed of flowers. Approaching the bed a flowers I found nothing unusual about it. But then I notice that the larger flower moved. Instinctively I place my hand on my buck knife.
Suddenly the flower spung a face and began speaking. "Howdy, I'm Flowly! Flowly the Flower!" I stare in shock and aw as I begin to think I died and this might be me in hell of a dream not listening to the flower talk. I then notice a seed or pellet head toward me and I Instinctively pull out my buck knife and aim it at the flower.
I glare at the flower. "What ever that is get it away or I cut you down weed." I say my eyes never leaving its. And a toothy grin that will make collage take him up as a model.
"Finally a smart one" It said its voice no longer friendly like it was a child's TV shoe mascot. Suddenly a flame came out of no where and blasted the Flower fucker away. I turn to see where it came from and I again look on in shock. A women or a furry? Well it was a goat woman wearing a purple dress with white sleeves and a strange symbol on her chest.
"Are you alright?" She asked with a motherly tone. I keep my buck knife in my hand and stare at her.
"Y-yeah." I say not knowing if I could trust this goat women. She seemed to notice my distrust and smiled warmly.
"My Child, there is no need for the distrust." She said looking at my large buck knife. Having not know her and was confused by her calling me her child.
"Okay, first I am a 20 years old and not your child." I say putting my buck knife away "Sorry for the distrust never seen something like you." I say as I heard this state had a weird fantasy story it was about monsters and humans, but is she a monster?
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