Another World Story

Day Eleven: Saved

Day Eleven: Saved

"...."

It was blinding.

That was the thought that came to his mind the moment those twigs exploded.

It was deafening.

That was the second thought he had. It was also the time his mind came to him, as his blurry vision started to clear.

Orange.

That was what he saw.

Flames covered the ground like that of an inferno.

The leaves and trees around him were burning, but none of the trees seemed to have sustained much damage.

They were burning, but at the same time not. Truly a peculiar scene.

"Ugh!" John groaned in pain as he held his head. And the moment he did so, he felt a sticky, wet sensation from it. John remove his hand from his head and looked at it. It was dyed in the color of red.

Blood.

He was bleeding.

But that was to be expected. John didn't even think that he'd live through that explosion as it was near him.

John inspected himself.

He was currently lying near a tree that was not burning, as far as he could remember he was far from any tree before the explosion.

Clearly, the shockwave had sent him flying here. He thought.

His gaze then landed on both his arms.

Both his arms are still there, albeit mangled and fractured. Though he could still move his fractured hand. The wounds on his body were clearly not light at all and his clothes were in tatters and still burning, they had even burn along his skin.

But John didn't feel anything. He just felt numb all over.

And then John's gaze went to his lower half and the moment he did so...

"Ah..." He couldn't help but exclaim.

It was gone.

His right leg.

From toe to thigh. They're gone. He could even see some bones poking out... but perhaps because they were burnt, there was no blood. He was lucky on that end, otherwise, he'd die of lost of blood.

John had expected the damage, but seeing it himself was much more shocking than he had expected. Such was the consequence of his actions. John could only shake his head slightly, he tried to examine the damage to his body more but before he could continue.

Growl...! HOWL!!!

John's head reflexively flicked towards the growls and howls and his eyes trembled seeing them.

They were still alive.

The wolves.

Although sustaining heavy injuries themselves, they're still alive and were glaring at him.

"Of course, I lived through that explosion, you guys wouldn't die easily either." He said, his voice a little hoarse. His gaze sharpening like that of predator.

Without feeling pain at all, John pulled his aching body up. Relying on the tree near him to stand, John glared back at the wolves.

The wolves didn't move, they only glare at him as he slowly stood up, and the moment he did so, they made no hesitation and pounced on him!

John, now one less leg than before, didn't bother dodging at all. His "dagger" was now gone due to the explosion, he had nothing to use but his bare hands. But John wouldn't fight them barehanded, he wasn't that strong yet. So, he leaned lightly and picked up a rock about the size of his palm and waited for the wolves to arrive.

GROWL!!!

One of the wolves arrived much faster than the others, perhaps it didn't sustain much injuries than the others. John looked at it carefully and saw blood running down from its eye to the ground as it run. It was the one John had poked in the eye before. So, John made use of it, using his remaining and injured left leg, he hopped to the left side of it where it was blinded and effectively moving to its blind spot. Without wasting any time, John raised the rock in his hand and with all his vigor, slammed down towards its head!

Bang! c***k!

The sound of something cracking was heard as John hit it square on its skull. But John wasn't done. After using so much strength, he was about to fall towards the wolf so he grabbed the fur on its neck while it was in pain and daze, and slammed the rock once more on its skull.

Crack! Crunch!

The c***k sounded much clearer than before. This time, the wolf quickly lost its sensation and fell. John who was grabbing its neck fur to stabilize his footing was also dragged down.

One! John thought. As he push himself upright and prepared to tackle the remaining wolves. They were all injured, but they were burning with the desire for the kill. They didn't even looked at their dead companion and just pounced towards him!

Howl!!

"AAAHH!!!"

John leaned backwards as a claw sweep pass where his head once was. And from that position, John's grip on the rock tightened. With a roar, John twisted his body, and using that momentum he slammed the rock to the temple side of the wolf!

Bang! c***k!

The wolf whined in pain as it felt the excruciating pain.

John was about to grab the wolf's neck fur again, but the remaining wolves had already arrive. One of them slapped him so hard that he was sent flying for a few meters as he roll to the ground. Only stopping when he was stopped by the roots of the big tree.

John's vision blurred for a moment, his mind in a daze.

"Not good...!" John bit down on his lip as he tried to stay awake.

He almost lost consciousness again!

"Huff... Huff..."

Panting, John lost his momentum and the numbing that prevented him from feeling the pain was starting to fade away. He had to end this now, otherwise, he was certain that he wouldn't be able to move if the numbing disappeared.

Ah, how I wish I could've brough some of those healing plant... John thought.

John shook his head and didn't linger more on any unnecessary thoughts. Using his fractured hand as a stand, he stood up like a flamingo with one leg. John looked at his fractured hand, the rock was still in his hands, firmly placed. He could still fight.

John shifted his gaze towards the wolves, they were panting as well. Clearly, the damage from the explosion took a toll on their bodies. But they still hadn't given up. The second wolf that he had bashed its head was now lying down on the ground, blood pooling on it. It must've suffered some brain damage or some sort.

There were only three of them left. And each one of them were as injured as he was.

Seeing their tattered looks. John couldn't help curled his lips.

"...You b*stards didn't think I would be able to take down two of your companions, eh?" John said. He didn't know why, but he just felt like trash-talking the wolves. "I thought you wolves were more than this, heh, even a dog would do better than you b*stards!"

Grrr! Growl!

It seems the wolves understood his words as they bared their fangs at him and charge towards him at the same time.

John seeing them, quickly shut his mouth, and gripped the rock tightly. He was now only one leg and one hand, with all four of them injured and almost at the brink of death, it was now do or die.

"Hahahaha!" An uncontrollable laugh emerged from him as he thought of that.

"Now, it's either YOU or ME!!!" He proclaimed as he pointed at the wolves and himself, before beckoning them.

"COME!! DOGS!"

HOWL!!!

..............

"....."

Smoke rose from the burnt trees and the ground as the morning light from the three suns shone on the forest.

Despite the intensity of the flames not a single one of the trees burnt down and only those dried leaves and bushes on the ground were turned to ashes. The flames didn't spread either, they only stayed at the area where the explosion caught.

Due to the smell of smoke and ash, not a single animal came near this area. Well, except for a single one.

It was about a foot tall, its brown fur was like shining gold as the sunlight hit it, and contrast to that the white spot on its forehead. Its big blue eyes looked at the burnt area, it's gaze showing sentience above its kind. It then hopped towards the burnt area; its gaze swept around it. What it saw were the remains of ashes from burnt bushes and leaves, and it also saw some corpses lying on their pool of blood that had already dried up.

One, two... It counted.

Its gaze then shifted to place a little further from the corpses. It then hopped towards that area and saw the same kind of corpses.

Three, four, five... Suddenly, seeing that it was missing a single one. It stopped, then looked around once more, before suddenly widening its already big blue eyes from what it saw.

.............

"...."

John blinked his eyes as he looked at the unfamiliar ceiling that he was seeing. It was made of wood and leaves intertwined within another to create the ceiling that he was now seeing.

Quite the amazing craftmanship~ he thought.

He then turned his head to the side and saw a kitchen like area. There were ladles, pots, utensils, a fire pit that seemed to be used for cooking, and many more cooking tools. They were all made from clay. There were also a clay table, a set of clay chairs and a pitcher made of wood?

This is some kind of ancient civilization thing. He thought, before shifting his gaze to other side only to see a set of wooden walls. The same walls of his first hidey-hole, but much, much bigger and wider.

"Am I inside a tree?" He wondered. "Just, what am I doing here? Weren't I just at school?"

"School?" He asked himself once more. Feeling that he was missing something. He thought and thought, but came with nothing.

What happened? He thought. He was sure that he was just reading at school before class started and then...

"Argh!"

John screamed; he held his head with both hands as the excruciating pain enveloped his head. It was like it was about to explode! John rolled on the bed, trying to get the pain out, but no matter what he did, it didn't disappear.

"...Seems that you're awake." A voice suddenly sounded, but John didn't hear any of it. The pain he was feeling seemed to blocked his senses and only his sense of pain remains! "Here, drink this, it’ll alleviate the pain you're feeling." It added, bringing a wooden mug towards him filled with a brown liquid from the wooden pitcher.

John who was unaware, seemingly grab the mug unconsciously without even hesitating and immediately down it.

The taste, it was bitter as hell. But after John downed the contents of the mug, the pain he was feeling was quickly disappearing. It was effective!

After a moment. John, Lied down on the bed, once more staring at the ceiling. He had now remembered everything.

But because he remembered, he was feeling confused as well.

John raised both his hands and looked at them. They were there, as fair as before, and slightly muscly. John closed and open his palm, feeling it. But there was nothing wrong. Just like it wasn't mangled and rip-off of his body by the wolves. He then looked at his lower body and was surprise to see both his legs there. Although he was still feeling numb there, they were there.

"Amazing..." He couldn't help but mutter. After all, his right leg was already gone and only a protruding bone remain of it. His left hand was also rip-offed from his body while he was fighting the wolves and even his mangled hand gave up and fell down. He was just a one-legged guy without arms before. It couldn't be help if he felt amazed and at awe.

"Ah," he then remembered the person that gave the medicine, it was effective as he was not feeling it at all. He must be the one responsible for this magical work. He thought as he shifted his gaze towards where the voice came from only to be stunned by what he saw.

"It's you?"