Meeting I

‘Just what was that...?’ I debated ‘A woman maybe?’

She was so ethereal and mysterious. She almost felt unreal.

‘And that presence of hers...’

It felt as if she was Aeter itself.

‘Dammit, focus!’ I slapped myself.

I don’t have the leisure to get lost in thought right now.

Thus, with the rhythmic squishing of my limbs on the carpet of flesh and blood, I began to analyze my situation thoroughly.

I could hear the song of night owls hooting and screeching, along with the chirping of roaches. That granted me access to two pieces of information, the first being that it is still night, and by the wetness of the earth, not much time has passed since I have fallen unconscious, probably only hours.

The second piece of information is that the scavengers are inbound.

Scavengers are a type of beast that prefers their meat rotten, however that does not mean that they do not engage live targets. No, they are only smart enough to avoid unnecessary trouble.