One Bad Week

[Tbone555]

So here this poor sod is, plane crashed and stranded on timberwolf mountain, about ready to feed himself to the wolves to stop the suffering.

The first day was easy enough. This stalker stumbled upon crystal lake, took shelter in the cabin, found a coat and plenty of firewood and cattail. But from about day 3 on, it's been a non-stop struggle battling the elements, wildlife, sleep deprivation and starvation. He's clawed his way from death's cold embrace multiple times, been attacked by two wolves, rode out an early morning blizzard on a stick fire and has survived solely by fighting tooth and nail. Literally. Probably about the only thing that's kept him alive this far is his raging anger at lady luck herself. All that pent up rage and adrenaline sure comes in handy. He's definitely a determined stalker, but the world around him definitely seems to want this man face down in the snow. All the more reason for him to aggressively push onward, telling himself that he will make it through this. So here he sits by the fire, starved, exhausted, pissed off and ready to go out on another firewood run in the middle of the night. But at 11 % condition, this poor guy may not have much time left. But oh boy, if he does happen to make it through this, it'll be one heck of a story to bring back to the guys on a late Saturday night at the bar.

To be continued, if mother nature allows.