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You decide that sitting down and trying to get the venom out would only make things harder, as you?d have to get back up after doing so, if it worked. Besides, working your leg would only drive the liquid further into your bloodstream, paralyzing you more. Dragging your leg behind you, you start limping along the path.

 

Your vision is a little blurred around the edges, but it feels like the poison is mostly staying down in your leg. You keep it as stiff as you can, only bending it to avoid knocking it on roots or other plants in the path. You feel your mouth growing dry, suddenly very aware that you haven?t eaten or drank anything all day. Still, hunger is the least of your worries if you don?t find something to help this leg.

 

About a half mile in, you hear some kind of thudding footsteps, too large to be human. It doesn?t deter your walk though, as you figure your situation can?t get much worse. Growing rapidly closer, you see a bunch of people riding on what looks like boars. These people being your last chance at survival, you wave an arm wildly, hoping to signal some kind of response from them. It looks like they?re on their way to you anyways, but their pace seems to quicken when they can tell how wobbly you are.

 

The man in front has brown skin, and his body is covered in strange paintings that must be symbolic of something. Hopping off his boar, he walks over to you. Instantly noticing your swollen leg, he signals to the other people around him and scoops you up in powerful arms. The other tribesmen bring up the chief?s boar, and he hops on with you still in his arms. With a squeal, the animals turn around and head further down the path.

 

While it?s a bit of a bumpy ride, you feel fairly calm in knowing that there are people who seem to know how to help you. Closing your eyes, you try to relax a bit, but before even a few minutes have passed, you all arrive at a little village made up of small lean-tos. The chief gets off his animal and carries you to the largest one. Jars and bowls filled with all kinds of liquids and creams scatter the ground, leaving you a bit worried about their organization system.

 

Due to all the bouncing, your vision has grown a little worse, but that doesn?t stop the chief from holding up two jars. The labels on them look like they?d be a bit crude even without your bad vision. One looks like an octopus, the other has a circle with a few sticks poking out of it. The chief nods to them, asking ?Which?? in surprisingly good English.



Written by Zorpix on 03 August 2014


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