I woke up, on the sandy beach. Naked, I could feel the cold breeze from the winter mountain across the waters, making me freeze. The rock, that I stand on, it's the perfect rock. I pick it up, it feels like a rock I can defend myself with. I hold it to shoulder height and start running, my legs feeling the twigs and sand go over to grassy fields. I can see the tree's in my sight, and I keep going, until I come to one.
The tree stands with all other tree's, not special in any kind of way, yet very important. I proceed to hit it with all my force with the rock, as hard as I can. I scrape at it, strike it more and more, even kick it. I end up with lots and lots of bark, and decide that I should hit a smaller tree. I proceed to find a smaller tree, one that could be cut through with a rock. I do just that, and end up with a nice sturdy stick. My instincts tell me to sharpen the end, so I do. I scrape it against the rock on all sides, spinning it round and around and around for quite some time. I notice a boar, and just as I go to chase it-
A gunshot. I lay on the ground. The pain through my back as I fade out, the bullet having gone right through me.
Chat:
Xdog: HAHAHAHAH noob naked get shot
Me: :/