going to become…
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As I stopped wandering the forest and appreciated this vast change in the flora, I wondered about the rest of the hiking group. I hadn’t seen any of them descend over the side with me. I wondered if they would come looking for me?
It made more sense for them to call the authorities and try to have a search and rescue party dig me from the debris. Of course, they wouldn’t find a body. Maybe they would search the woods, but I wondered how far in they would go. It didn’t make sense for someone who had just cascaded down the side of a mountain in a landslide to not only have survived, but to have clawed her way out of the dirt and wander across the woods for hours.
I had been so enchanted by these woods that I hadn’t stopped to wonder if I should try to remain close to the settled debris. It made sense to go hunting for a clean water source, but perhaps I should have tried to establish some sort of shelter around the rock.
As I reflected on these things, it occurred to me to abandon my wanderlust and find my way back. If I traced my way up the river, I reasoned, I could cut out the vast majority of the guesswork and search for the appropriate landmarks. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I hadn’t quite paid attention to where I had first encountered it. Worst case scenario, I veered back into the woods too soon, or too late. Either way, without any sort of a vantage point, the likelihood that I could return was incredibly low.
I could only press forward and hope for the best.
But there was more to it than that. I wanted to see more of these woods. I felt something drawing me closer, following this riverbank further along. I couldn’t explain it to myself, and I still can’t now – it was an irrational compulsion, driving me further into the heart of the forest. By now, I’d reasoned that I wasn’t anywhere near civilization. For all I knew, I’d wandered directly in the opposite direction. It occurred to me that I didn’t know of any major road that ran near here. But my path was set, and instead of being terrified…I was at ease, somehow.
I felt like it didn’t matter that I didn’t know what I was doing. All that was important was pressing onward…and with my surprisingly intact stamina, it was easy to dispel my fears, putting one foot back in front of the other as I spotted a large, thick tree trunk in the distance, just a short ways from the river. It seemed as good as any a place to rest, and I made my way towards it.
* * * *
It was when I was resting at the crook of that tree, resting peacefully for about half an hour, that I saw the large grizzly bears. There were two of them, lumbering quietly towards me at a leisurely pace, and I tensed up for the first time in hours. It was then that I realized I hadn’t actually SEEN any active predators this entire time — not besides a few wolves that were slumbering to the side earlier, or a wildcat lazed on a tree bough above the river.
The bears were clearly advancing on me, and I felt too terrified to move. Are these the kind of bears you challenge? Do you shrink down from them? What the fuck am I supposed to do?
“You are not meant to be here,” a rugged voice warned me. My gaze reluctantly drifted from them to spot the broad, sculpted build of a man in the semi-darkness. He stood close and menacingly, his hand pressed against the tree as he watched me. Had I not been completely preoccupied with the approaching bears, I would have wondered why he was completely naked, his thick cock hanging between his legs.
“The bears! What do I do?” I quietly shrieked.
“That depends on you,” he answered, turning to the advancing bears. They paused, pacing in front of us but within lunging
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