THE LOST AND FOUND (P) Feb 22, 2015 15:38:34 GMT -5
Post by Tarrik Rosdahl on Feb 22, 2015 15:38:34 GMT -5
It was summer he supposed; the breeze was warm and close to sweltering through the midday hours. Green grass covered everywhere that wasn't overshadowed by trees, and the forest grew deeper and darker the further in it went. It would have been a great time if they had any gear, any sense of where they were, and supplies. UNIT and its Scientists had thrown Tarrik and his brother into the infamous dome prison four days ago, and it had been rough. They had made it maybe a half mile before giving up and staying near a small stream that came from the forest. It looked clear he supposed, but what the hell did he know? The couldn't go anywhere easily, Tain was burning up through withdrawal from that stupid shit he always took, and Tarrik was terrified it was going to kill him.
Tain was sleeping right now, or as close to it as he got. Tarrik had found a shady spot in the grass just inside the treeline for his brother, and ranged around it himself, restless and anxious. Tain had yelled and screamed off and for nearly two days in excruciating pain, and realistically Tarrik had expected someone to hear. Hell he'd yelled a few times himself, hoping for help. This place was supposed to be populated with people like them right!? But there had been nothing except crickets and insects to answer. Tain had quieted down in the past two days, but his fever was still burning, and he hadn't really been clear. Tarrik wasn't even sure his brother realized where they were. He'd tried to make a fire to boil the water from the stream, but it was useless; he couldn't get the green wood to catch, and he didn't really know what the hell he was doing. Eventually he just gave up and drank it and waited a while, and when he didn't immediately shit his pants and die he gave some to Tain.
They weren't thirsty, but they were HUNGRY. Or Tarrik was at least; Tain wasn't coherent enough to really voice an opinion on the matter. He couldn't find anything he knew was edible, though he knew a ton of it HAD to be, it was a freakin forest! He was on day four, and the hunger had receded to a distant, angry burn that he tried to ignore. His plan had been for them to follow the edge of the forest until they found something or someone, but Tain hadn't gotten better. As they were now, Tarrik was too weak to carry him either. Stupid, he would berate himself as he soaked Tain's bandana in the stream; he should have carried him while he still could. And he was sure they would have been found by now if he'd been able to build a fire.
So that was how he found himself that afternoon, sitting in the shade by Tain and trying to build a stretcher of sorts. He'd seen people using them in the ancient Western movies Tain loved and thought why the hell not? Dragging him might be easier than carrying. He'd managed to break two hemlock branches free by jumping on them, and was currently trying to use long bendy ones to make a kind of sling between them. Beside him Tain looked like he was finally sleeping real sleep for the first time, which was a good sign he supposed. If he could get the thing built he planned to set out as dusk and follow the stream as it snaked along the treeline, and hoped the cooler night air would help his endurance.
ooc; set way back when they first landed in the dome on the border of what would later become analoya and bellator lands, but were then unclaimed.