Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170626194128

I'm frollicking through the woods, dodging trees of all sizes, being cautious of my own sound while I try to scope out any others. The materials in my backpack are clanking together, creating a quiet ruckus. I pull the bag over my shoulders tighter, in hopes that it will dim the obnoxious noise. It seems to be something metal, so I guess it has a potential of being something worth grabbing.

I'm running for what seems for centeries as I cannot run any more. The sun is just starting to rise. I dread the realization that it's just turning morning. Maybe 6, 7 o'clock? I still have a full day ahead of me. I better rest while I can, and hopefully find something halfway decent in this bag that I ever so dearly need. Debating on if I should hide in a cave or in a tree, height benefits catch the better of my opinions and I decide to climb a tree. I've always been particularly good at climbing, although it's more difficult when the trunk doesn't have any limbs to grasp onto. It's not impossible, though.

As I'm beginning to scramble up the tree, I finally get a food fifteen, maybe twenty feet distance from the ground and myself. After resting for a quick minute, I swing the backpack off of my left shoulder and place it on my lap, as my legs are sticking straight out onto the robust branch I rest on. I unzip the bag and find a handful of different materials that could be useful. Some that look not so useful, but I don't dare throw anything away. I stuff my hand in the dark bag and curl my fingers on an object that feels cold, it must have been the metal thing that was clanking against my back as I ran. As I pull it from the darkness and into the dim light, I notice it's a knife. Not a hunting knife, rather a large butcher knife. It isn't very sharp, either, considering it didn't cut through any lining in the bag. I throw my head back against the trunk and thank an unknown person for such a gift I was truly blessed to have. At this rate, I am too tired to identify any other objects in the bag, so I put the knife back in the bag and hang the strap around a branch that lays above me. Soon enough, I slip into a deep slumber.