Anna
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Post by Anna on Feb 9, 2016 20:03:36 GMT -5
It was mid-afternoon, and most of the chores had been done for the day. They had gone hunting earlier today in order to have food for dinner. They had enough water for the rest of the day, but it really wasn't much of a chore to go get water. Most people were okay with walking to the lagoon and back for fresh water. If they needed it that bad, Troi would happily go get them some. The walk wasn't bad, and in fact, it was enjoyable for him. But he did like to go off on his own from time-to-time. It wasn't that he didn't like the people he was stranded here with. He liked them well enough, and he even had some friends, or so he thought. But he liked being able to hear nothing but silence for a little while, while he dug for anything in the sand. Today, he had decided to go exploring in the caves. He wasn't going to go extremely far down; he didn't know if he would be able to make it back up.
After lunch, he packed up a backpack with some snacks (fruits) and some water. He grabbed a stick, wrapped it in someones old shirt, and then put it in his backpack. He would use it as a torch if he got far enough down that it became too dark to see. He told someone that he was going into the caves, just in case he didn't come back. At least they would know where to look for him. He stood at the edge of one of the caves, smiling as the sense of adventure hit him. Troi was a man who thrived on adrenaline, and he often felt withdraw from it on slow days. He took his first step into the cave, making his way down a sand path. He ran his hand over the smooth cave walls, feeling dew on it.
After about fifteen minutes of walking, it began to get extremely dark. He pulled out the hand-made torch, before forgetting that he didn't have a lighter to light it. He groaned, closing his eyes. Now he had to go all the way back up the hill to the camp site and get some source of fire. He had been trapped here for nearly two months. You would think he would be used to living like a cave person (no pun intended), but he wasn't. He was used to the accommodations from the 21st century. Once he got back up to the camp site, he went over to his little sleeping area, and he sat down on a make-shift blanket. He picked up some sticks that were nearby and began to rub them together in vain.
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