The waves crash against something, "Ughhh" opening his eyes he sees that the sun is going down... the ocean is crashing... "Where am I?" He wouldn't move afraid he'd injured himself... something told him that moving and not knowing where you were are bad in combination... "Am I dreaming?" he would say... leaning up very slowly feeling the warm wet sand against his hands... he would grasp it and look down to see an orange jumpsuit on his person... he was definitely a he... he could feel his erection, common occurrence he would know... "What the hell?" The man would say... he would see the number on his jumpsuit... "Number one?" He would say in all confusion... He would look out over the ocean, which he was facing... "What is going on?" 1 would look around to see if he was alone...
The sound of waves hitting shore first brought her to he senses, then she realized that part of her felt warm, and parts of her felt cold and wet. Opening her eyes they settled on the sky and the vibrant colors of the setting sun, god that light was damned bright. She didn't feel the throbbing of her head until the light hit her eyes, once the light did they snapped shut and she groaned aloud. Slowly, very slowly she turned over and sat up, even movement seemed to make the headache flare up, "where the fuck am I..."
Once she was turned away from the harsh orange light of the sunset she ventured opening her eyes again. Upon opening her eyes they settled in on her surroundings, a beach. She was cold and wet because the waves had been lapping against the lower portion of her body. She looked to herself, orange jumpsuit with number two blazed across the front. "Number two...?" she said softly, "T-that's not...." she trailed off as a fear set into her. Who was she, where was she? She ran a shakey hand through her red hair as she looked around, hoping to see something or someone other than herself.
Once she was turned away from the harsh orange light of the sunset she ventured opening her eyes again. Upon opening her eyes they settled in on her surroundings, a beach. She was cold and wet because the waves had been lapping against the lower portion of her body. She looked to herself, orange jumpsuit with number two blazed across the front. "Number two...?" she said softly, "T-that's not...." she trailed off as a fear set into her. Who was she, where was she? She ran a shakey hand through her red hair as she looked around, hoping to see something or someone other than herself.
A low ache filled groan escaped partially sand covered lips as he slowly stirred a bit. Lying on his stomache on the beach, one eye slowly opened and pivoted about taking in his surrounds in silence. Sand covered beach...trees...mountain in the distance. He slowly pushed himself up to his knees, his hair dripping with a bit of water as he looked about for a moment before slowly reaching up and massaging his temples in response to the temperamental headache that had just been noticed. After a moment he slowly got to his feet and looked about again, his eyes taking in the surroundings for a moment before they widened a bit having just noticed something. His memory was missing. He didn't remember how he got here...where he was before or his own name for that matter. Frantically he began looking about for any sign of how he arrived here. As he searched, he began making his way up the beach in case, he had drifted down the coast line. After awhile, he, as though by some subconcious instinct, glanced at his wrist to check the time and seen he indeed was wearing a watch but noticed an orange sleeve by it and followed it seeing it was connected to an orange jump suit that covered his form. On the chest was simply the number '3'. He murmured a bit before turning and looking at the ocean as signs of hope began to leave him as he began to think over the questions in his mind. Who was he? Where'd he come from? How'd he get here? And why was he wearing this jump suit?
She awoke choking, pushing herself up from her stomach to her knees. Coughing and spitting until most of the sand was out of her mouth, she raised a hand to her pounding head and looked up. Sand stretched ahead of her, ending at a forest a short walk away. Left and right offered a view of nothing but sand and waves crashing against the shore. Turning around so she could sit, she stared out across the ocean, attempting to ignore the pain that felt like giant needles jammed into her temples so she could think.
Nothing she wanted to know came to mind. Where she was, how she got there... hell, not even who she was. Getting frustrated, another sharp pain shot through her head and she winced, gritting her teeth. Once it passed she began absent-mindedly wiping sand from her chest, then realized what she was wearing. A bright orange jumpsuit with a large "4" printed on the front. Staring blankly at it for a few moments, she frowned.
If this is what I wear on a regular basis, I must have terrible fashion sense. She thought, slowly getting to her feet and setting off down the shoreline. Sitting around was going to get her nowhere fast and if nothing else she wanted to figure out where she was. Hopefully there was someone, somewhere on the island that could give her an answer or two.
Nothing she wanted to know came to mind. Where she was, how she got there... hell, not even who she was. Getting frustrated, another sharp pain shot through her head and she winced, gritting her teeth. Once it passed she began absent-mindedly wiping sand from her chest, then realized what she was wearing. A bright orange jumpsuit with a large "4" printed on the front. Staring blankly at it for a few moments, she frowned.
If this is what I wear on a regular basis, I must have terrible fashion sense. She thought, slowly getting to her feet and setting off down the shoreline. Sitting around was going to get her nowhere fast and if nothing else she wanted to figure out where she was. Hopefully there was someone, somewhere on the island that could give her an answer or two.
He twitched, left nostril and mouth corner jerking up briefly. He became aware of the warmth on his face and the continuous rustling sound that filled his ears. Familiar, logical, as if he knew where he was and as if the sounds had always been there. But, he realized, he didn’t know where he was.
He opened his eyes and winced, narrowing his eyes to slits against the glare of the sun as they began to tear up. He realized, as he became aware of the salty scent in his nostrils, that the rustling sound he was hearing was not the rush of blood against his eardrums. It was water. Waves. The sea. He recognized it, but he didn’t know where from. He opened his cracked lips and produced a harsh, wheezing grunt from a dry throat. He licked his lips and grimaced. The taste of the sea was bitter in his mouth, and he realized he was parched.
He lifted his head and dragged himself up far enough to rest on his elbows. He saw legs. His legs, he assumed, as it seemed they moved when he willed them to. They were covered in orange cloth. His gaze trailed from his legs to his torso, also covered in orange, with a large number on it. Five, he recognized the number as.
He didn’t think anything of it, his gaze drifting off to the side, to the sand, the beach, and up ahead, where waves crashed, and further on, where the sea met the sky at the horizon. He pulled a confused, thoughtful frown.
He didn’t know how long he had been staring at the horizon, but he shook himself out of his trance when his thirst became a more acute sensation, pushing itself to the forefront of his empty mind. He moved stiffly and got to his knees before he got to his feet. He turned away from the sea and looked at what had been behind him. A long stretch of beach. Beyond that, forest. Beyond that, mountains. His surroundings didn’t ring a bell, other than that he seemed to know what it was he was looking at.
Dulled, like his head was filled with cotton wool, he began to walk, driven on by thirst.
He opened his eyes and winced, narrowing his eyes to slits against the glare of the sun as they began to tear up. He realized, as he became aware of the salty scent in his nostrils, that the rustling sound he was hearing was not the rush of blood against his eardrums. It was water. Waves. The sea. He recognized it, but he didn’t know where from. He opened his cracked lips and produced a harsh, wheezing grunt from a dry throat. He licked his lips and grimaced. The taste of the sea was bitter in his mouth, and he realized he was parched.
He lifted his head and dragged himself up far enough to rest on his elbows. He saw legs. His legs, he assumed, as it seemed they moved when he willed them to. They were covered in orange cloth. His gaze trailed from his legs to his torso, also covered in orange, with a large number on it. Five, he recognized the number as.
He didn’t think anything of it, his gaze drifting off to the side, to the sand, the beach, and up ahead, where waves crashed, and further on, where the sea met the sky at the horizon. He pulled a confused, thoughtful frown.
He didn’t know how long he had been staring at the horizon, but he shook himself out of his trance when his thirst became a more acute sensation, pushing itself to the forefront of his empty mind. He moved stiffly and got to his knees before he got to his feet. He turned away from the sea and looked at what had been behind him. A long stretch of beach. Beyond that, forest. Beyond that, mountains. His surroundings didn’t ring a bell, other than that he seemed to know what it was he was looking at.
Dulled, like his head was filled with cotton wool, he began to walk, driven on by thirst.
*The sun was blinding as her aquamarine eyes opened slowly, causing her to snap them shut again and raise a slender arm up as if to block her gaze from the sun. Slowly, she became aware of sounds and smells around her as she lay on the warm sand but they were vastly removed from any scent or smell she had ever known.
Realising that her arm had not responded to her internal command to lift itself up, she wearily opened one eye and looked down at her arm. It seemed strangely detached from the rest of her, but she could see that it was encased in a strange garment of a colour she was vaguely familiar with. Looking down at the rest of her body, she quickly came to the conclusion that her whole body was clad in this hideous garb and her brow furrowed in confusion as she struggled to sit up.
Her head felt woolly and her tongue stuck in her dry mouth as she swayed back and forth slightly before falling back down onto the sand with a dull thump. A number 6 was emblazoned on the front of her jumpsuit, but she was oblivious to this fashion statement as her eyelids drifted closed once more and she passed out under the blazing sun. *
Realising that her arm had not responded to her internal command to lift itself up, she wearily opened one eye and looked down at her arm. It seemed strangely detached from the rest of her, but she could see that it was encased in a strange garment of a colour she was vaguely familiar with. Looking down at the rest of her body, she quickly came to the conclusion that her whole body was clad in this hideous garb and her brow furrowed in confusion as she struggled to sit up.
Her head felt woolly and her tongue stuck in her dry mouth as she swayed back and forth slightly before falling back down onto the sand with a dull thump. A number 6 was emblazoned on the front of her jumpsuit, but she was oblivious to this fashion statement as her eyelids drifted closed once more and she passed out under the blazing sun. *
One would look around to see if there was anyone in his sight... "Hello?" he would say loudly as to hope to draw someone into his view... "Is anyone there?" he would say again... "Where am I?"... he wanted to ask who am I, but he decided that was a bad idea... he would do his best to remember and doing that caused such a severe pain in his head that it brought him to his knees and he began to vomit... "fuuu....ck.." he would say in pain and agony from vomiting... "This sucks..." He would just do his best to retain the memory he would create from here on out...
He would clean his mouth off and realize that he was incredibly thirsty... he would make his way to the shore... he would put the water in his mouth and instantly regret it spitting it out and vomiting some more before passing out in the tide, face down...
He would clean his mouth off and realize that he was incredibly thirsty... he would make his way to the shore... he would put the water in his mouth and instantly regret it spitting it out and vomiting some more before passing out in the tide, face down...
As the young woman sat on the beach slightly dazed she realized two things. One that she was thirsty, but as another wave hit the shore her nose picked up the unmistakable scent of the sea and perhaps if the circumstances had been different she would have smiled finding joy in the smell. She knew that salt water wouldn't quench her thirst, it would likely make her sick. The second thing that Two noticed was that she wore a digital watch, it seemed crazily out of place with the orange jumpsuit.
With leaden legs the got up the movements increased the throbbing in her skull, "whoa girl...take it slow." she murmured to herself, then her nearly acid colored eyes looked around she heard a voice, or what she seriously hoped was a voice. Upon sheer instinct she began to call back, "Yes I'm here." not really caring how ridiculous that sounded. Slowly she walked towards the area where she hoped the unknown voice emitted from. "Helllllo!!" she called in near frustration, the voice had stopped. Had she imagined it? However it wasn't long before a flash of orange caught her eyes, someone else in an orange jumpsuit lay face down in the tide. She picked up the pace despite her head throbbing, if really was someone else hopefully they had answers.
As she reached the person the putrid smell of vomit hit her nose, but it didn't phase her in the least. She rolled the guy over with only a little difficulty. Two perked a brow at the number 1 that was written on the orange jumpsuit he wore, a sinking feeling settled in as she seriously doubted that he would have any answers. "hey hey," she began patting his damp cheek, "wake up."
With leaden legs the got up the movements increased the throbbing in her skull, "whoa girl...take it slow." she murmured to herself, then her nearly acid colored eyes looked around she heard a voice, or what she seriously hoped was a voice. Upon sheer instinct she began to call back, "Yes I'm here." not really caring how ridiculous that sounded. Slowly she walked towards the area where she hoped the unknown voice emitted from. "Helllllo!!" she called in near frustration, the voice had stopped. Had she imagined it? However it wasn't long before a flash of orange caught her eyes, someone else in an orange jumpsuit lay face down in the tide. She picked up the pace despite her head throbbing, if really was someone else hopefully they had answers.
As she reached the person the putrid smell of vomit hit her nose, but it didn't phase her in the least. She rolled the guy over with only a little difficulty. Two perked a brow at the number 1 that was written on the orange jumpsuit he wore, a sinking feeling settled in as she seriously doubted that he would have any answers. "hey hey," she began patting his damp cheek, "wake up."
He continued stareing blankly to the ocean slowly zoning out only snapping out of his daze as he heard other voices shouting. Not sure if it was some kind of trap or not though, he chose not to holler out in turn. Instead he followed the voices. Brushing his damp hair out of his face, he began to jog in the direction from where the voices came from. His gaze narrowed as his gaze grew serious. He had a lot of questions running through his mind and he was hoping one of the voices sources knew something as he jogged up the beach in silence tracking down the other voice's sources.
For two minutes she walked, seeing nothing but the desolate tropical landscape. Almost ready to give up and check the forest instead, something bright orange in the sand ahead caught her eye. Quickening her pace, she found a woman with long blonde hair unconscious on the shore, also wearing an orange jumpsuit but with the number "6" printed on it instead of "4". Frowning, Four wondered if this woman was in the same sort of situation as well as same type of uniform.
She tried to speak, having trouble finding her voice thanks to a muddled mind and dry throat. Going over to the water, she crouched down and took a handful. She gagged on it a moment later, spitting it out even more furiously than the sand earlier. Making a mental note that this stuff was definitely not for drinking, she cupped her hands together to collect more from the next wave that rolled in. Undrinkable water in hand, she stepped back over to where Six was still napping and dumped the vile liquid onto the woman's face to wake her up.
She tried to speak, having trouble finding her voice thanks to a muddled mind and dry throat. Going over to the water, she crouched down and took a handful. She gagged on it a moment later, spitting it out even more furiously than the sand earlier. Making a mental note that this stuff was definitely not for drinking, she cupped her hands together to collect more from the next wave that rolled in. Undrinkable water in hand, she stepped back over to where Six was still napping and dumped the vile liquid onto the woman's face to wake her up.
Walking soon became dragging his feet. He was too tired to keep his head up and his eyes trained on the treeline ahead, and so he kept his dull, absent gaze on the ground before him. Without the visual cue of the jungle in the distance to tell him if he was headed into the right direction, he had automatically wandered back to walk parallel to the shoreline, where the hard, wet sand was easier to tread on than the drier sand closer to the jungle’s edge.
He stopped after a while, and pulled his eyebrows down into a deep frown. There were marks in the sand, prints. He stared at them until he moved his hollow gaze to his own feet. He lifted one of his feet briefly and noted he left similar marks behind. Had he been here before? Perhaps he was walking in circles. He looked up, confused to see that the treeline hadn’t come any closer.
He let out a deep sigh, followed by an annoyed grunt. He took a step to start walking once again, when he noticed that he didn’t recognize this part of the beach as a place he had been before. He stopped and furrowed his brow. Maybe he had forgotten? He seemed to have forgotten everything else up until waking up, so clearly his memory couldn’t be trusted. Yet he remembered he was going to the forest to look for water, drinkable water. Somehow he instinctively knew he couldn’t drink from the sea. So if he could remember what he had planned to do, why couldn’t he remember waking up in this spot? There had been pieces of driftwood close to where he woke up - he knew that. He remembered them distinctly because they were tangled up with seaweed into an odd shape that reminded him of… something, although he couldn’t quite place what it was it reminded him of.
An eerie feeling crept up on him as he looked around to locate the pieces of driftwood he remembered. They were nowhere to be seen. His gaze drifted back to the footprints and -although they appeared to be made by similar shoes- he now saw that they weren’t quite his size. Neither were they spaced the same as his. They were further apart, as if the person who left them had been running. All of a sudden, fear gripped him like a hand clenched around his heart.
He wasn’t alone.
Adrenaline rushed through his veins, his breathing sped up and panic overtook him. His vision blurred around the edges until all he could see was a direct route from where he stood now up to a spot within the treeline ahead. Without thinking, he started to run.
He stopped after a while, and pulled his eyebrows down into a deep frown. There were marks in the sand, prints. He stared at them until he moved his hollow gaze to his own feet. He lifted one of his feet briefly and noted he left similar marks behind. Had he been here before? Perhaps he was walking in circles. He looked up, confused to see that the treeline hadn’t come any closer.
He let out a deep sigh, followed by an annoyed grunt. He took a step to start walking once again, when he noticed that he didn’t recognize this part of the beach as a place he had been before. He stopped and furrowed his brow. Maybe he had forgotten? He seemed to have forgotten everything else up until waking up, so clearly his memory couldn’t be trusted. Yet he remembered he was going to the forest to look for water, drinkable water. Somehow he instinctively knew he couldn’t drink from the sea. So if he could remember what he had planned to do, why couldn’t he remember waking up in this spot? There had been pieces of driftwood close to where he woke up - he knew that. He remembered them distinctly because they were tangled up with seaweed into an odd shape that reminded him of… something, although he couldn’t quite place what it was it reminded him of.
An eerie feeling crept up on him as he looked around to locate the pieces of driftwood he remembered. They were nowhere to be seen. His gaze drifted back to the footprints and -although they appeared to be made by similar shoes- he now saw that they weren’t quite his size. Neither were they spaced the same as his. They were further apart, as if the person who left them had been running. All of a sudden, fear gripped him like a hand clenched around his heart.
He wasn’t alone.
Adrenaline rushed through his veins, his breathing sped up and panic overtook him. His vision blurred around the edges until all he could see was a direct route from where he stood now up to a spot within the treeline ahead. Without thinking, he started to run.
*She was flying through the air, unable to stop but also unwilling to try. Content in the knowledge that she would fall forever without ever hitting the ground, she dozed, half mad from delirium as the blazing sun burned down onto her fair skin. How long she had been lying there was unknown, but when the cool salty water hit her face she gasped as her blue-green eyes shot open and she instinctively sat up. Groaning at the sudden pain that stabbed behind her left eye, she raised a trembling hand to her temple and clutched at the side of her head as tears welled in her eyes.
Blinking back the tears, she realised that she was not alone. Shielding her eyes from the blazing sun above her, she turned to see a woman was beside her. Taking in the curly orange hair and matching orange jumpsuit that she wore, she looked back down at her own jumpsuit and saw her number was 6. Glancing back at the woman, she saw that she had the number 4. Apart from the fact that they were both wearing orange jumpsuits with different numbers on them, she knew nothing else about who she was, where she was or why there was another woman here either.
Licking her parched lips she tasted the cool water, her nose wrinkling at the salty taste. Looking at the woman, she blinked and held out a shaking hand. ~Water..~ she gasped. *
Blinking back the tears, she realised that she was not alone. Shielding her eyes from the blazing sun above her, she turned to see a woman was beside her. Taking in the curly orange hair and matching orange jumpsuit that she wore, she looked back down at her own jumpsuit and saw her number was 6. Glancing back at the woman, she saw that she had the number 4. Apart from the fact that they were both wearing orange jumpsuits with different numbers on them, she knew nothing else about who she was, where she was or why there was another woman here either.
Licking her parched lips she tasted the cool water, her nose wrinkling at the salty taste. Looking at the woman, she blinked and held out a shaking hand. ~Water..~ she gasped. *
One would cough before opening his eyes. "ughh... what... huh?" he would barely get out... "Where... who... Who are you?" he would struggle to complete... then he would open his eyes... he would see a red haired woman... "Where am I?" he thought he'd been dreaming... "I just want to go home... where is home?" One's head would feel like it was splitting open and spitting blood... though he wasn't far off... his ear would begin to drip blood... he'd tried far too hard to remember who he was... "I need... water..." he knew he was incredibly thirsty... "Tell me your name..." he would see briefly that she had a 2 on her suit... similar to the 1 he had on his. "Sonovubitzsh..." he would barely get out before going back unconscious... he was dying... thirst, pain, exhaustion... he wasn't going to last much longer...
The womans face looked a little relieved when the man began to stir, even if he didn't know anything about what was going on at least he was another soul, she wasn't completely alone. When the questions started up she swallowed thickly, having not even the slightest answer. When the blood began dripping from the mans ear she looked a bit frantic, "Nononostaywithme." the words came out as one long string, with no separation. She looked up from the man the tree line where there was shade, and maybe even water.
"God, damn you." she cursed not exactly at him, but more for the situation. She got up, then got the man up into a near sitting position, "Come on...stay with me for fucksakes." she wrapped her arms around his torso, and gracelessly began to drag him to the tree line. As far as she knew he was the only other person here, and she certainly wasn't going to let him die, if he did she'd be alone.
By the time she had made it half up the beach she was sweating profusely, and it certainly didn't help her thirst. Thankfully the sun was setting, and soon within the hour darkness will have fallen on the island. Perhaps thanks were premature, unless water was found they'd likely have to wait until morning, rather than stumble around blindly in an unknown place, with unknown dangers.
Reaching the shade Two nearly collapsed as she dragged the man into the shade. After she had him set down the woman did collapse, "There's got to be water some where...." the words came from her parched lips, they were beginning to crack. Brilliant green eyes began to drift close, no, stay awake pass out you die her inner voice piped up nagging the red haired woman, get up off your ass and look for water, nothing can exist with out it. With a groan she sat back up, her face nearly the same hue as her hair.
She looked to the man wearing the jumpsuit with 1 on it, "I'll be back I'm going to find water..." she didn't know if he heard or not, then on exhausted legs she got to her feet and staggered into the trees. She couldn't explain it if she tried but she felt that there had to be water somewhere close.
"God, damn you." she cursed not exactly at him, but more for the situation. She got up, then got the man up into a near sitting position, "Come on...stay with me for fucksakes." she wrapped her arms around his torso, and gracelessly began to drag him to the tree line. As far as she knew he was the only other person here, and she certainly wasn't going to let him die, if he did she'd be alone.
By the time she had made it half up the beach she was sweating profusely, and it certainly didn't help her thirst. Thankfully the sun was setting, and soon within the hour darkness will have fallen on the island. Perhaps thanks were premature, unless water was found they'd likely have to wait until morning, rather than stumble around blindly in an unknown place, with unknown dangers.
Reaching the shade Two nearly collapsed as she dragged the man into the shade. After she had him set down the woman did collapse, "There's got to be water some where...." the words came from her parched lips, they were beginning to crack. Brilliant green eyes began to drift close, no, stay awake pass out you die her inner voice piped up nagging the red haired woman, get up off your ass and look for water, nothing can exist with out it. With a groan she sat back up, her face nearly the same hue as her hair.
She looked to the man wearing the jumpsuit with 1 on it, "I'll be back I'm going to find water..." she didn't know if he heard or not, then on exhausted legs she got to her feet and staggered into the trees. She couldn't explain it if she tried but she felt that there had to be water somewhere close.
He continued walking forward along the sandy beach, his ears tuned in listing for any other voices. His legs felt like mounds of mud as he dredged forward keeping his eyes peeled as he walked. A little while later, he spotted more orange outfits in the distance similar to his own. A low growl of effort escaping his lips as he continued forward.
"Maybe...they can help..."
His brain was strictly focused on hoping to find answers to his questions but wasn't quite registering that as they too wore orange, they may be in the same boat as he was. As he neared he would holler out, his voice barely finding itself.
"Hey! You over there!"
"Maybe...they can help..."
His brain was strictly focused on hoping to find answers to his questions but wasn't quite registering that as they too wore orange, they may be in the same boat as he was. As he neared he would holler out, his voice barely finding itself.
"Hey! You over there!"
Six was sitting upright shortly after the water hit her face. Watching curiously as the woman's hand quickly went to her head, it reminded Four of her own problem and what little hope she had that she'd get some answers out of the woman went up in smoke. When Six looked up at her, she wondered which question she couldn't answer would come first. "Who are you?", "Where are we?", possibly "Who am I?" if she really was in the same state. After the woman's attention turned away, drifted around and finally settled back on Four, she asked for something unexpected, but equally unavailable.
Four glanced at the ocean. I suppose that rancid stuff qualifies as water, but I doubt anyone in their right mind would want to drink it. She thought, before turning back to Six.
"None around, have to search." Four wheezed through her own dry throat, taking Six's hand and trying to help her stand up. The water here might have been undrinkable, but they might be able to find a creek or something in the forest with fresh water, unless Six was too weak to walk. Hopefully that wasn't the case, as going into an unknown forest alone and unarmed seemed like a very stupid thing to do even under normal circumstances.
Four glanced at the ocean. I suppose that rancid stuff qualifies as water, but I doubt anyone in their right mind would want to drink it. She thought, before turning back to Six.
"None around, have to search." Four wheezed through her own dry throat, taking Six's hand and trying to help her stand up. The water here might have been undrinkable, but they might be able to find a creek or something in the forest with fresh water, unless Six was too weak to walk. Hopefully that wasn't the case, as going into an unknown forest alone and unarmed seemed like a very stupid thing to do even under normal circumstances.
He slowed down when he reached the tree line. He had to, if he wanted to prevent ending up face down in the undergrowth. His breathing remained as rushed and irregular as it was, though, and his eyes were wide with fear. He panted wildly as he wound himself a way between the trees, over protruding roots, and tangled underbrush. Eventually his supply of adrenaline ran out and exhaustion took over from panic. He slowed to an unsteady walk, eyes darting around. His limbs trembled from the previous exertion, and his lungs and throat felt like they were on fire. He had to wonder where he was, and if he would still be able to find his way back to the sea. He hadn’t exactly paid attention to his surroundings while running.
As he gazed around, he suddenly became aware of a sound. He tried to control his breathing, and closed his eyes to concentrate. Water, he realized, he heard flowing water. He turned around and attempted to determine the direction it came from. It was difficult to tell, the way the sound seemed to carry between the trees. He stood and looked around, jerking his head from one side to the other faster and faster as the feeling of complete indecision began to get to him. When tiny black and white spots started to dance in front of his eyes, he couldn’t wait any longer and he picked a direction at random.
He kept his gaze to the ground, squeezing his eyes shut occasionally and rubbing his forehead to make the spots go away. He forgot to look where he was going, until suddenly his foot slipped on something slippery. With a subdued cry of surprise, he fell back as his legs slipped away from under him. He landed softly, though, in something squishy. He looked down, and saw he sat in a puddle of mud. Wet mud. That, he instinctively knew, meant water was near. He looked up, and saw a small, fast-flowing stream just a couple of feet up ahead.
“Ah!” he breathed with a harsh, cracked voice from a dry throat. He crawled towards the stream and reached out with one hand, but he hesitated. What if it wasn’t drinkable? His inner debate didn’t last very long, though. His thirst became almost unbearable in the face of running, clear water. He put both of his hands into the stream to scoop up the water and he drank greedily from it.
As he gazed around, he suddenly became aware of a sound. He tried to control his breathing, and closed his eyes to concentrate. Water, he realized, he heard flowing water. He turned around and attempted to determine the direction it came from. It was difficult to tell, the way the sound seemed to carry between the trees. He stood and looked around, jerking his head from one side to the other faster and faster as the feeling of complete indecision began to get to him. When tiny black and white spots started to dance in front of his eyes, he couldn’t wait any longer and he picked a direction at random.
He kept his gaze to the ground, squeezing his eyes shut occasionally and rubbing his forehead to make the spots go away. He forgot to look where he was going, until suddenly his foot slipped on something slippery. With a subdued cry of surprise, he fell back as his legs slipped away from under him. He landed softly, though, in something squishy. He looked down, and saw he sat in a puddle of mud. Wet mud. That, he instinctively knew, meant water was near. He looked up, and saw a small, fast-flowing stream just a couple of feet up ahead.
“Ah!” he breathed with a harsh, cracked voice from a dry throat. He crawled towards the stream and reached out with one hand, but he hesitated. What if it wasn’t drinkable? His inner debate didn’t last very long, though. His thirst became almost unbearable in the face of running, clear water. He put both of his hands into the stream to scoop up the water and he drank greedily from it.
*She blinked up at the woman above her, squinting against the bright glare of the sun as she followed the woman’s gaze towards the ocean, the sight of the strange blue mass causing her to sit back slightly as if in shock to see something that looked like this. ~What… that??!~ she asked pointing.
The woman seemed uninterested in answering her question, instead saying that would have to search, whatever the hell that meant. She blinked at the offered hand before reaching up to take it with her own and allowed the woman to help her up. She had to lean on the woman a bit longer than she had intended to make sure she didn’t fall over and mumbled an apology to her awkwardly. Finally the ground stopped moving beneath her feet and the horizon finally stayed still, allowing her to take a deep breath and compose herself for a moment before looking around.
Apart from the sand beneath her feet and the strange blue mass past the shore, the only other thing she could see was something a lot more familiar to her than the ocean. A hesitant smile crept upon parched lips as she pointed towards the nearby grove of trees. The leaves of the trees were a bright, dark green meaning they clearly had some sort of a water source nearby. Desperate to feel some sort of normalcy, Arianwen turned and quickly headed towards the trees. Remembering her new friend, she turned her head back and reached back for her with her hand.
~Come..~ she said, in her broken language as she pointed towards the trees. ~ Know.. trees.. come..~ If the woman allowed her to take her hand, Arianwen would quicken her pace and try to drag her towards the trees. *
The woman seemed uninterested in answering her question, instead saying that would have to search, whatever the hell that meant. She blinked at the offered hand before reaching up to take it with her own and allowed the woman to help her up. She had to lean on the woman a bit longer than she had intended to make sure she didn’t fall over and mumbled an apology to her awkwardly. Finally the ground stopped moving beneath her feet and the horizon finally stayed still, allowing her to take a deep breath and compose herself for a moment before looking around.
Apart from the sand beneath her feet and the strange blue mass past the shore, the only other thing she could see was something a lot more familiar to her than the ocean. A hesitant smile crept upon parched lips as she pointed towards the nearby grove of trees. The leaves of the trees were a bright, dark green meaning they clearly had some sort of a water source nearby. Desperate to feel some sort of normalcy, Arianwen turned and quickly headed towards the trees. Remembering her new friend, she turned her head back and reached back for her with her hand.
~Come..~ she said, in her broken language as she pointed towards the trees. ~ Know.. trees.. come..~ If the woman allowed her to take her hand, Arianwen would quicken her pace and try to drag her towards the trees. *
One would lay there against the tree, he would try to dream, but all he could do was breathe... trying to do anything with his brain made his life miserable. He would hear Two walk away, he wasn't sure if he'd be alive when she got back... he was okay with either... Not knowing who you are is as good as being dead he thought as his body was barely hanging on. He wondered if he was a total asshole in his life, and if that was the case, he must have been the king of total assholes. Maybe he knew these people, he wouldn't try to remember them, that never went well... life was maybe really good and maybe he was a really good person... maybe that's why he was being tested... he could never really know... it was also like he got a clean slate... maybe he should pretend he was the good tough guy... maybe it would make up for who he was, maybe it would prove he was still who he was... maybe he was nothing before... maybe he was a nobody and that's why he was all alone... "What the fuck am I supposed to do... Fuck it..." He would climb to his feet looking for the tree he would grab at it and pull himself along... he would follow Two's tracks... following her broken limbs and moved sand... he knew where she was, he knew where she was going, water, which didn't sound bad to him either... he would stumble from tree to tree along the same path she was taking, he was a ways behind, but she wouldn't likely have been able to go very far....
He would fall on his face... the sand and dirt didn't taste well... he would roll onto his back... looking up into the trees... "Bananas?" he would see in the tree... "BANANAS!" He would look up into the tree and see the bananas just hanging there ready for consumption, at least as far as One could tell. He would stand back up, he was out of strength, but he knew he was heavy, he would look down to see he had some chub. What he would do is in a last ditch effort to help himself... he would bellow into tree holding the bananas... with all of his might and weight... The tree would shake wildly for a second... then nothing would happen... One felt his soul give in... he sat against the tree... feeling himself... get cold... there wasn't anything left in him... blood would begin to seep through his orange jumpsuit... "Fuck... you... tree..." he would start to close his eyes and say good bye to this world... then... *VWOOOMP* a large object hit the ground, he jerked his eyes open... The gigantic grouping of bananas... it had actually fallen... "Go fatty!" He would scream and crawl his way over to the bananas, he would look at them, tons of food right there!!! He would look at it, was it heavy? He would try and pick it up, he could lift it! It was heavy, but not impossible! He would grab this grouping and with a second wind make his way after Two, she saved his life after all... he would still stumble a little bit, but nothing he couldn't handle, "TWO! TWO! I HAVE FOOD!!! TWOOOOOO!!" he would continue after her...
He would fall on his face... the sand and dirt didn't taste well... he would roll onto his back... looking up into the trees... "Bananas?" he would see in the tree... "BANANAS!" He would look up into the tree and see the bananas just hanging there ready for consumption, at least as far as One could tell. He would stand back up, he was out of strength, but he knew he was heavy, he would look down to see he had some chub. What he would do is in a last ditch effort to help himself... he would bellow into tree holding the bananas... with all of his might and weight... The tree would shake wildly for a second... then nothing would happen... One felt his soul give in... he sat against the tree... feeling himself... get cold... there wasn't anything left in him... blood would begin to seep through his orange jumpsuit... "Fuck... you... tree..." he would start to close his eyes and say good bye to this world... then... *VWOOOMP* a large object hit the ground, he jerked his eyes open... The gigantic grouping of bananas... it had actually fallen... "Go fatty!" He would scream and crawl his way over to the bananas, he would look at them, tons of food right there!!! He would look at it, was it heavy? He would try and pick it up, he could lift it! It was heavy, but not impossible! He would grab this grouping and with a second wind make his way after Two, she saved his life after all... he would still stumble a little bit, but nothing he couldn't handle, "TWO! TWO! I HAVE FOOD!!! TWOOOOOO!!" he would continue after her...
Two hadn't heard the shouts of Three(David) she had already staggered into the trees. There's gotta be water, nothing exists with out it. the red haired woman repeated to herself over and over in her mind as she headed into the woods. As she made her way into the bush with a wave of relief she realized she heard water, it gave a spark of hope and made her move a bit quicker. Since she had stopped worrying about who she was and how she got here, her head had ceased to pound.
For a moment she thought she had heard someone cry out, but she didn't hear anything else to support it. She figured she was beginning to hallucinate due to dehydration. As she walked the sound got louder, "I'm on the right track." two muttered to herself. She was right, it was only another few steps before the trees and under brush thinned enough that she found the water. "Oh thank god." she sank to her knees next to the stream, it took all her restraint not to dunk her entire head in the water and start drinking. Instead she cupped her hands together and dipped them into the water.
The woman hadn't even noticed the other orange jumpsuit, she had been that relieved by the sight of water. As she drank water from her cupped hands her eyes spotted Number 5. She wasn't sure what to make of it, his number was 2 numbers off of hers. That might mean that there were more people, "Five." she said but her train of thought was cut off, One's shouts of triumph hit her ears. She looked back over her shoulder to way she had come, "I-I found water!" she shouted in reply, then she looked back to Five, "Or rather we did." She was still so thirsty, it prompted her to cup her hands and drink more.
While she drank the silence gave her a moment to think things over. She had encountered One already, her own clothing said Two, and now the man off to her left had Five on his clothes. how many of us are here....does anyone know how we got here, who we are. as she tried to remember her head started to hurt again.
For a moment she thought she had heard someone cry out, but she didn't hear anything else to support it. She figured she was beginning to hallucinate due to dehydration. As she walked the sound got louder, "I'm on the right track." two muttered to herself. She was right, it was only another few steps before the trees and under brush thinned enough that she found the water. "Oh thank god." she sank to her knees next to the stream, it took all her restraint not to dunk her entire head in the water and start drinking. Instead she cupped her hands together and dipped them into the water.
The woman hadn't even noticed the other orange jumpsuit, she had been that relieved by the sight of water. As she drank water from her cupped hands her eyes spotted Number 5. She wasn't sure what to make of it, his number was 2 numbers off of hers. That might mean that there were more people, "Five." she said but her train of thought was cut off, One's shouts of triumph hit her ears. She looked back over her shoulder to way she had come, "I-I found water!" she shouted in reply, then she looked back to Five, "Or rather we did." She was still so thirsty, it prompted her to cup her hands and drink more.
While she drank the silence gave her a moment to think things over. She had encountered One already, her own clothing said Two, and now the man off to her left had Five on his clothes. how many of us are here....does anyone know how we got here, who we are. as she tried to remember her head started to hurt again.