"The Descent" RP

[Bojangles]

Name: Chris
Weight: 225 lbs
Height: 6 feet, 4 inch

Notable Equipment:

Jean Pants
Camouflage Jacket
A Large Hunting Knife
Radio Transmitter (Walky-Talky)
9mm Pistol, Two Clips
Flashlight
Canteen Filled W/ Water
Timex Digital Watch

Chris moved his hands over his jean pants, wiping the dirt from them. He had once again conquered the descent of another large hill. The leaves covering the ground masked the sometimes loose soil that would creep towards his feet. Luckily, this wasn’t his first trip into the woods, but this time, he was trying to escape them. This type of stuff was not uncommon to him, but it was different this time around. These woods were very unfamiliar to him, and he just wanted out. While walking quickly, he put the flash light he was carrying into his left hand, freeing up his right. He pulled a walky-talky out of his right-side jacket pocket. An eerie red glow slightly illuminated his face, not as much as before. It was growing dim, who knows how much battery life this thing had left in it. On any other day this wouldn’t matter much to him. However, on this night, it was the only bit of comfort he had left. Even though the thing hadn’t made a peep in hours, this didn’t stop Chris from periodically stopping to yell at it.

While trying to keep a steady pace through the woods, Chris pressed the side-button on the transmitter and talked into it. Every time he did this he expected to hear Tom’s voice reply to him, but that hadn’t happened in hours. It seemed like hours, anyway. This transmitter was his only last bit of comfort he had left, yet it still haunted him. Every time he used it there was no reply, but Chris could still hear Tom’s warning message through his head. He had to shrug this off and continue through the woods. He placed the transmitter back into his pocket. He was looking for any type of human existence. Luckily, he hadn’t run into any wildlife big enough to warrant the use of his pistol.

Chris glanced down at his watch. He hated watching the hours grow later. It was getting colder, as well. It was only fall time, but the nights could get cold. Especially when you’re in the mountains and you weren’t expecting to stay the night up there. Chris could see his own breath in front of him being lit up by the dull moonlight. It was like the exhale of cigarette smoke, but without the dramatic effect. Suddenly, Chris got pounded in the face with light for a split second. The light fell off to the side of his face, moving through the woods. Eventually, it rested to the left side of Chris before it turned off. This was obviously caused from a vehicle. Chris began to run through the woods with everything he had. When he was actually concentrating on climbing down steep hills, he would often fall due to the leaves and loose soil, but this time he seemed to run through the woods flawlessly.

He heard the door slamming of a vehicle. After that, he somehow seemed to make his way through the woods even faster. It wasn’t long before he emerged from the tree line. To his surprise, there was a cabin in the clearing. Bright lights shined through the windows, he had made it. He ran to the cabin door and began pounding his fist against it. No matter how much it hurt, he delivered a steady rhythm of knocks on the door. The coldness in the air amplified his pain x10. The door swung open, a lady holding a cigarette between her lips stood right in front of him. Chris smiled, went to open his mouth and nothing but a gasp came out. He fell to one knee and balanced himself by quickly latching onto the door frame. He was staring at the ground, trying to catch his breath. He tried to look up at the woman who had answered the door, but every time he did so, his head just fell back down. He was exhausted.