Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180903035349/@comment-35674737-20180903105158

I was surprised to see the Orc alive, but then again, Monsters are more durable than humans aren't they? The Emergency Locator Transmitter was of no use, it was swallowed up, and if a town was relatively close by, there's going to be word about a crash. But as of now, I need to tend to the Orc.

Her head darted back and forth, poor thing couldn't comprehend what had happened, she's being panicky, and I can see a nice gash on her arm. I'm not too keen with Monsters, but letting her die off didn't seem the most moral thing to do.

"Hey, c'mere." I gestured over. "You're hurt."

Holding her arm, she nervously laughed. "Right... But, what're we going to—to do now?"

her shoes crunched through a good foot of the snow as she cradled her arm. I tore the sleeve and I got a good view of the slice. Ugh... It went pretty deep, poor girl..

She was shuffling awkwardly, almost hopping on one foot and to the other. "Oh God... I'm going to die aren't I?!" Fuck, she saw the face I made.

"Oh, no, no, no. You'll be fine." Rummaging through the hefty bag of supplies, I was thoroughly disappointed how the pilot lumped everything together, but I couldn't complain, it was all there, but I'm sure I'll need to sort things out.

I could already feel her eyes bore into the back of my head as I dug around the bag. She probably expected nothing to be useful. But when I tugged out a bandage and some gauze—her expression still didn't change.

I tore open the packaging on the gauze and applied pressure. "See? Nothing to worry about? How about you help me here?" She gave a small nod as I pointed to the gauze on her arm."Just keep pressure on that okay?" My words were as reassuring as possible, I even threw a smile in there ocasionally. Her survival is linked with mine, and helping her not panic was step one.

Taking control back from her, I tightened the bandage around her arm to be taught to keep the pressure. "Now don't go crazy using this arm alright? It'll start bleeding again." I warned. There was several plastic bottles filled with water. Handing her one, she reached with her injured arm before correcting herself to her left arm.

Time passed by, but to keep her feeling self-motivated with her 'will to survive' as the guide put it, I put her through the small tasks. Arranging small sticks into small little pits, and even teaching her how to set different fire lays.

"This, here is a 'tepee fire' and this here is a 'star fire.'"  I watch as her little pig ears bounce up and down nodding as she tries to absorb the information. In  a sense, it's a bit cute. Something

"I see... But why not one large fire? Why are we making two fires?" She asks. Not a bad question actually.

Thinking up an analogy, one popped to mind. "Think of a big ol' fatass." She giggled at that of course. "You feed him a lot, but he doesn't do you good for long. But when you have tons of small fires. They're easier, and do just the job without you having to throw wood in to keep the fire going. It's called a 'wise mans fire'. "

"Oh! That's smart." Now she's getting it.

The fires have started, and while tonight was cold, there was no breeze to make things worse. A warm glow surrounded us, the warmth of the enticing, but we still had only one sleeping bag, thankfully the branches provided a stable platform off the wet ground.

"Hey, that sleeping bag—we're going to be sharing that tonight."

Even through all that's happened, she was still able to give a playfuly grin. "Oh really? I didn't know you see me that way already."

"See you as what? More than an oinker?"

"Pfft." She rolled her eyes at me. "You know how we Mamano are. Always wanting a first bite."

You wanna play that game now huh? "The only thing I'm biting into is a Pig-in-a-blanket when I get back home."

"Your pig-in-a-blanket is right here..."

I cut it off there. I knew this was going to turn into something like this. I just didn't expect her to be so forward about it.

She kept eyeing me for a response, but all there was now was an awkward silence. She brought that on herself. Minutes that felt like hours passed on, the Moon was a full one tonight. Not that I thought about it, those fires really did a good job warming us up.

"Goodnight." The Orc huffed and rolled away from me.

I guess that was as good time as any to sleep. Scrunching up close to her, our backs were facing eachother, I only wanted the warmth, and holy hell was it cozy. Using the bag as a pillow, I drifted off to sleep.

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That fucking bitch! There was nothing! Nothing! She fucking took everything and ran. I thought I could actually trust her!

Snatching a nearby rock, I squeeze it enough to make my own knuckles turn red and I chucked the fucker at the lake earning a satisfying splash. The only thing I could hear now was my own breaths, but maybe... Just maybe I can salvage.

Snooping around, I didn't even know how I didn't even realize before hand until just now. Near the campsite was tracks. Actualy tracks, and those were unmistakable. Shoe prints: She was too much of a dumbass to not cover them... Perfect.

It was like I was following a trail, I don't know how much earlier she left, but I knew I was going to find her soon.

The trail was shortlived though, it ended abruptly at a cave. I already didn't trust something like that. Caves were filled to the brim with bats and other animals. Hell, probably a bear or a pack of wolves... Still, I took a few steps inside and while light was able to sneak it's way in by the tiniest amount, I could see a faint outline on the floor, that's when the foul stench of copper hit my nose: It was time to leave.

Following the same trail back, I was back at out campsite, a rescue party should be around. Soon possibly. Only thing to do now is sit back and wait.

I listened intently, the only sounds being birds and a gentle breeze. But faintly, the sound of a thumping got closer and closer. A helicopter! Yes! Zipping off my coat, the bright orange color should give a distinctive. The helicopter was directly overhead and as I twirled my jacket around, it slowed to a hover. Safety was here at last.

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Just because I was saved doesn't mean I didn't have work. I was dropped off at that town, and had to make a presentation to this region's office. There was a small amount of claps, but leaving the meeting room and walking past a cubicle, I saw familiar Orc ears.

I could only tell by the back of her head, but it'd be rude to ask. 'Hey, you look like that person who left me to die a week ago.' Maybe it was just my imagination. As I walked away though, something felt off—it felt as if I was being watched. Again, I'm just going to chalk it up to the imagination there.

The hotel was rather nice and homely, I could easily compare it to something akin to a Bed and Breakfast. The wood was oaken and left a fuzzy feeling of warmth in my chest, it was like I was in a log cabin almost. I loved it.

Undoing my tie, I practically tore my coat off and my shoes. They were stiff and I just wanted to get to bed. I had a big day tomorrow.

There was knocking at the door. At this hour? It was almost ten!

Opening the door, my jaw dropped. It was ''her. ''How the fuck was she able to get out of there? How did she find me? It didn't matter as I felt rage pour through my body. I just wanted to send a fist down her fucking throat, I wanted to turn those ears of hers into a personal arts and crafts project. I felt every compelling emotion screaming at me to do it.

She was jittery, everytime I leaned in her direction, she would look the opposite to avoid my gaze. Nostrils flared, I throated out the words. "Leave. Now."

"L-look I know I've—"

"Now!"

Her eyes widened at my tone, even she was looking unsure and afraid. "I just—I just wanted to find whatever I can do to have you forgive me!"

Forgive her. Forgive her!?

"Please! I'll... You can have your way with my body."

That was it, I'm calling security. Slamming the door in her face, I picked up the phone and dialed one-one-four. I could already hear the stampering up to my door. That Orc was pleading with the rent-a-cops. She'll probably get off scott-free if she sucks their dicks or something, but that's not what I needed. If It keeps her away from me, I'll be fine with my life.

Pulling off my shirt and laying it on a nearby chair. I collapse on my bed, I won't ever think about what would happen if I took her offer up, but I could offer the idea that it would just make my life worse in the end.