Finding hope...
It'll be okay little space rock
What do I do…
Minutes turned to hours and hours to days.
Clouds continued to roll across the sky above him, curling fingers of fog floated across the ground around him, and not once did Florance move from his spot on the ground. He had gone into shock, his body had shut down, he had lost all hope.
The silence was incredible and all consuming, not even the sound of birds could be heard through the dense fog and pine trees. Florance hated that silence. It gave him to much room to dwell on his thoughts, thoughts that made so little sense he often had to wonder if they were really his.
First his thoughts were situational, distant, and far from the personal thoughts he so greatly feared. Yet, slowly as time passed, he began to wonder about himself.
Who am I?
I know my name…
But, I don’t know where I came from…
Where am I from?
What will become of me now?
Those thoughts scared him the most.
He had lost his sense of Identity, and was clueless as to what had happened to land him here, where he had been before, whom he had been, and who he was supposed to be now. All these thoughts slowly began to muddle together till there was nothing but one single thought, One single driving motion,
I need to survive this.
He took that thought and did the only thing he could think to do, he ran with it. After days of sleepless thinking, Florence stumbled to his paws once again, yellow eyes hollow and holding only the tiniest spark of life as he started walking. He kept going the way he had originally come, ears drooping and paws dragging as he slowly traversed up the heavily forested mountain side. He had no clue where he was going, he had no destination in mind, yet he did not stop.
This continued for hours, until Florence’s tired eyes caught sight of something beautiful.
Smoke?
Does that mean…
There's someone up there?
Maybe they can help me,
I need help…
He started moving faster, some how finding the strength to move despite the intense pain in his body and the incredible weight of the air around him. Up the slope in front of him, through a swath of trees, and out into a large clearing with a medium sized cabin sitting at the back of it, smoke rising from its chimney.
Florance stumbled forward, things were beginning to grow blurry again and he swayed further over with each step, the slightest wind threatening to knock him over. He made it halfway across the field before he dropped to the ground like stone in a lake, he couldn’t take another step. He was simply too tired and his body too injured to keep going.
Desperation filled his veins, and his open his mouth, trying to call for help, call for someone, but no sound would come out.
No..
No!
I need…
“H-he-lp”
“H-HELP!”
His voice was weak, barely there, yet somehow, buy some miracle he saw someone peek their head out of the cabin door. He felt panic seize in his chest like a jolt of lightning, creating a terrible mix of potent apprehension and incredible relief as the person spotted him lying on the ground and came running over shock written across their features.
Florance was slowly losing consciousness.Through half lidded eyes he could see the blurry figure speaking, then reaching for him, and then darkness took over. He was pushed down into the void of sleep, his eyes slipping shut and his ragged breathing slowing to shallow pants as one last thought pulsated through his mind.
Maybe I’ll be okay.