Hunter Journal Entry
Hidden Soul
Entry 1,
A DARK PRISON
There was darkness seeping from the corners like an ocean bursting from a dam. Light filled the passageway for a brief moment before being engulfed by the darkness. It was pulled back into sickly darkness that oddly behaved like a strange thick black oil, goop or tar. The darkness was very slowly moving down the corridor, but quickened its pace if a ray of light escaped. The darkness had hardened way far back when it started turning into it’s strange substance, and many tiny homes that had been in the many air pockets that were trapped inside the darkness. Thousands of animals got trapped in the caves. Hunter was one of them.
Hunter had never met anyone in his entire life and was always alone. Both …show more content…
Finally freedom! But don’t you dare forget me!
Gem, I know, this wagon is for you to tag along. See anything else we can bring along?
I say perhaps the wet fluid. Or the wall of nics and tacs.
Hunter nodded and looked at the wall. To hard to move, but would be missed. He walked over to it and started to count them. Six thousand and five nics. He had passed an anniversary of many days of survival. He took a stone and wrote those digits on it using a firm claw. Looking back at Gem he watched her sit patiently, bored as ever. Hunter placed the stone in her clutched palm, for they shared the numerous days together. After placing all items in the movement, Hunter sat by the crack in the wall and waited. Bandit and Sun soon appeared bearing food like it was a sacred gift. “Heya Hunter. Got some salmon and peas.” Sun proclaimed,
Hunter lifted his paws and grabbed the strange material that held the food.
It was hard, like rock, and had to be held firm, but it was light.
“It’s porcelain.” Bandit noted, as she leaned to the little crack.
Hunter carefully chewed the green little spheres. They looked like Bandit’s gleaming eyes. It felt weird feeling this new texture in his mouth, not hard rock, but something chewy. Hunter got up after eating and
Entry 1,
A DARK PRISON
There was darkness seeping from the corners like an ocean bursting from a dam. Light filled the passageway for a brief moment before being engulfed by the darkness. It was pulled back into sickly darkness that oddly behaved like a strange thick black oil, goop or tar. The darkness was very slowly moving down the corridor, but quickened its pace if a ray of light escaped. The darkness had hardened way far back when it started turning into it’s strange substance, and many tiny homes that had been in the many air pockets that were trapped inside the darkness. Thousands of animals got trapped in the caves. Hunter was one of them.
Hunter had never met anyone in his entire life and was always alone. Both …show more content…
Finally freedom! But don’t you dare forget me!
Gem, I know, this wagon is for you to tag along. See anything else we can bring along?
I say perhaps the wet fluid. Or the wall of nics and tacs.
Hunter nodded and looked at the wall. To hard to move, but would be missed. He walked over to it and started to count them. Six thousand and five nics. He had passed an anniversary of many days of survival. He took a stone and wrote those digits on it using a firm claw. Looking back at Gem he watched her sit patiently, bored as ever. Hunter placed the stone in her clutched palm, for they shared the numerous days together. After placing all items in the movement, Hunter sat by the crack in the wall and waited. Bandit and Sun soon appeared bearing food like it was a sacred gift. “Heya Hunter. Got some salmon and peas.” Sun proclaimed,
Hunter lifted his paws and grabbed the strange material that held the food.
It was hard, like rock, and had to be held firm, but it was light.
“It’s porcelain.” Bandit noted, as she leaned to the little crack.
Hunter carefully chewed the green little spheres. They looked like Bandit’s gleaming eyes. It felt weird feeling this new texture in his mouth, not hard rock, but something chewy. Hunter got up after eating and