Luke Woke up, muscle aching and hearing people groaning. He was indeed getting to old for this. As his eyes starting to open more and the pain settled in but that's not what bothered him. What bothered him was where he was. The problem with where was, was that he didn't know and now Luke was starting to have one of those inner freak outs. But Luke played it cool. He started to get up and saw a bunch of kids around him, some getting up and some not.
Luke , after stretching first, decided to check around the area for food. Unannounced to the others Luke was gonna make breakfast if he could find something to eat. Luke didn't find much however he did find some sticks and a dead deer. It would have to do for now. He started to collect rocks to make spears for the group. If they were gonna be in the middle of no where, they were gonna need protection.
As he was sitting there watching the others he was trying to figure out the situation. How did he get here, who are these people, what were we doing? He shook it off, all that mattered now was survival. It's not that Luke was BAD at survival it's just that Luke would prefer to be in a none survival situation. He liked home, the bar, the sweet smell of his tavern was second to none. But he couldn't get caught up in that, or he would lose hope.
He went off again (leaving the spears in a pile) to go get some grass to tie them together. Luckily he was surrounded by a lot of grass. The big kind perfect for tying. Now all he had to do was wait for them to wake. What was he gonna do while he waited? What was he gonna do about this situation? Luke sighed and put his head in his hand.
Luke , after stretching first, decided to check around the area for food. Unannounced to the others Luke was gonna make breakfast if he could find something to eat. Luke didn't find much however he did find some sticks and a dead deer. It would have to do for now. He started to collect rocks to make spears for the group. If they were gonna be in the middle of no where, they were gonna need protection.
As he was sitting there watching the others he was trying to figure out the situation. How did he get here, who are these people, what were we doing? He shook it off, all that mattered now was survival. It's not that Luke was BAD at survival it's just that Luke would prefer to be in a none survival situation. He liked home, the bar, the sweet smell of his tavern was second to none. But he couldn't get caught up in that, or he would lose hope.
He went off again (leaving the spears in a pile) to go get some grass to tie them together. Luckily he was surrounded by a lot of grass. The big kind perfect for tying. Now all he had to do was wait for them to wake. What was he gonna do while he waited? What was he gonna do about this situation? Luke sighed and put his head in his hand.