Green, was his first thought. Everything is green. He held his right hand up in front of his eyes and blinked. His pale skin had a greenish tinge, due to the light filtering through the emerald leaves of the tall trees. He sat up with his knee sticking upwards and, resting his elbow on his knee, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, which matched the color of the grass around him.
Finally, Bakura was able to think of something slightly more intelligent. I was asleep? He tried to remember the last time he had gotten sufficient sleep, and failed. I wonder how long I was sleeping..? His mind seemed to be blocking the more important questions from rising. He glanced at his watch, which was on his right wrist, despite his being right-handed. The second hand wasn't moving. Out of batteries, he realized. He grabbed his backpack to check his other supplies. His compass was fine, but some creature had taken the cap off of his bottle of water and drained it. He still had most of his food, though.
Bakura decided to gather as much information as he could, so he started from the beginning. Why am I here? I am here because I was trying to find some peace of mind. I was angry because.. That was one detail that he couldn't seem to remember, but it didn't seem so important at the moment. I can't seem to remember how I fell asleep, but I do remember the dream I had. Then he realized something. Could it be that the dream was real? It was so vivid. The darkness, the eyes... And the terror. Bakura felt his heartbeat speed up, but he still tried to remember the dream. Something about Grim Angels... But his memory was vague. He felt a rare wave of frustration take over him. So he decided to meander around the forest, hoping to find its edge. After all, he couldn't wandered too far in in the first place.
No such luck.
The only thing Bakura could think of doing now was to call for help, although he probably wouldn't get any results. And even if he did, there was no way to guarantee that the results would be good. His mouth formed the word "hello," but because he hadn't used it for a few days, only a whisper came out. He coughed and swallowed some of his own saliva and tried again.
"Hello? Is anybody here?" he called out in a loud but hesitant voice. Then, he heard rustling leaves from a distance. He looked up and, through the gaps between the bright green leaves, saw a flock of birds fly away. There must be someone over there. And he ran towards the general direction of the rustling.
((Urgh. Sorry for being late, guys. I started this last night, but then we had guests.. ))
Edited by Acorn-chan, 21 June 2009 - 05:07 PM.