"Ugh..." you groaned out softly as you rolled your self over to your side, slowly pushing yourself up into a comfortable sitting position, rubbing your eyes and head.
"Say miss, you don't look so good" A tall, slender man spoke as he towered over you, snickering and placing his hands on his hips. His attire was rather...
old fashioned...
"Better find something to eat before night comes" he taunted, vanishing into thin air.
He just vanished..
HE JUST WHAT NOW?!
You stare at the lingering dust in the air, as it ever so slowly fell to the ground, peaceful once more. Your eyes were wide in shock, scrambling up to your feet, hissing in pain and gripping your side, your hip in terrible pain. You slowly limp towards a berry bush, thinking back to when you watched a video on YouTube about these two friends playing a survival game.
"Berries red won't make you dead!" You say matter-of-factly to yourself, Picking some and placing them into the palm of your hand. You pop them into your mouth, humming at the sweet taste. You were definitely not the survival type, and to be honest, you sure as hell didn't know how to make a fire. You gather a few resources near you, since walking was a real big pain in the ass.
"God damn I'm not going to make it out here..." you sighed, limping your way over to a tree and sitting under it with great difficulty, running a hand through your hair. It was tangled, but still rather soft. You continue to run your fingers through your hair before putting it up into a messy bun, sighing and leaning your head against the tree, closing your eyes and welcoming the relaxing silence.
Suddenly a stomach-churning scream ripped through the air, and that scream so happened to be yours. You look down at your leg, an arrow piercing right through it. Your face drained of all color, panicking and looking up to see a man sprinting towards you. He held a spear in hand, not looking sane at all. Just as you thought you were going to be finished, the man drops his spear and dived down onto his knees. Snatching the flower from its stem, smiling as he seemed to relax.
Looking up at you he jolted in surprise and grabbed his spear, falling onto his back. He scooted away from you as he shakily held his spear in front of him protectively.
"W-wait a minuet...y-you're not...oh dear god!!! My apologies!!! I am so terribly sorry!!!" He rambled, scrambling over to you and examining your leg, seeming to panic from the large puddle of blood that surrounded it. bolting to his camp as you cried helplessly in agony.
{~||Time Skip||~}
You slowly woke up, your eyes refusing to adjust, turning your head and looking at the fire, squinting you eyes from the bright light.
"Y-you're awake!!! Thank god, I was so worried!!" You recognize that voice, this was the man that shot your god damn leg. You try to speak, but only wheezes and whispers escape your dry lips, shaking beneath him.
"I-i truly meant no harm...I-I wasn't exactly in control of my sanity back there..." he awkwardly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away nervously. You roll your eyes, trying to sit up only to whine in pain and grab your hip again.
"Oh! Need some help..?" He smiled politely, placing his warm hands on your back and one on your leg (the good one of course), setting you against a tree stump that was holding the supplies he used to patch up your wounds. A soft, pink blush painted itself across his face, smiling warmly.
"Pardon me, but I must say that your eyes are absolutely stunning. Such a beautiful shade of E/C." He spoke softly, his blush seeming to darken, letting out a quite chuckle at your reaction.
Your eyes were wide, blood rushing to your cheeks. You smile big and wide, giggling like a dork. "Thank you!" You gush. He seemed to be staring at you forever, your blush only getting worse. He blinked a few times, his eyes widening slightly.
"Dear lord, where are my manners?! My name is Wilson. Wilson Percival Higgsbury." He smiled, holding out his hand. You take his big hand in yours.
"Y/N. Y/F/N" you nod, surprised to see him flip the back of your hand up, holding it delicately. He brought it up to his face, his soft lips leaving a gentle kiss. He smiled up at you warmly, his glistening steel eyes never breaking eye contact.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He breathed, gently laying you hand in your lap. The wind blew softly, a few strands of hair flying with it. Your fingers twitched, cracking a small smile. He stood up brushing the dirt off himself and placing his hand on his hips.
"So!...about that hip of yours!"
Hola! Author here! And welcome to my new book! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the ones to come in the future!! See ya!
