82:- TARZAN 2

"Holy fuck. I'm alive. Holy shit, that was so fucking high. Bhenchod." The free fall had triggered a stream of ancestral curses. "Fucking shit," I muttered as I tried to get up, but my body refused to cooperate.

I tried again and again, and after enduring excruciating pain, I managed to lift my head using my arms. My lower body was still unresponsive and hurting like hell.

I looked up at the place where I had fallen from. "It's a miracle I'm alive and my limbs still work. Thanks, Jesus."I glanced around at my surroundings, which were the same as they had been for the past week—endless trees.

"Fuck it!" I forced myself to stand up. That's when I noticed my back was bleeding. "Holy shit, so much pain." I looked back, clenching my teeth.

There was a stone about the size of my palm lodged in my flesh, piercing through my clothes. "Thank God it's flat, or I'd be dead." Because of its flat and small width, it hadn't done more damage.

"Let's get the bloodied baby out." I placed my hand on the stone, pulled it out, and threw it away. "Fucking shit, huh. Strange, I didn't curse this much before. Did I? Strange."I pondered for a moment and then spoke, "Nah, fuck it, let's go."

As I moved, I was struck by pain again. "From Ichiro August to Ichiro the Anguished. Well, that's actually nice." I opened my eyes and realized my bag, which had food, medical supplies, and my only map, was missing.

I looked around and saw a group of monkeys with four arms—two on each side. "Wait, what are they fighting for?" I squinted at them. "Wait, isn't that my bag?" They were fighting over it. One monkey had grabbed the bag, and the other was trying to steal it from him.

"Hmmmm." I observed the monkeys, noting their black faces and hands, and the rest of their bodies covered in white fur. Then it struck me. "They are the fucking worst." I remembered them from my past life.

"These fuckers stole my phone." Anger welled up from the humiliation I had faced in the past life. "Last time you were saved by PETA, but this time I'll cast a genocide on you little shits."

I pulled my Desert Eagle and shot the monkey holding my bag in the head. The other monkey, hearing the gunshot, tried to run away. I tried to shoot him, but I was out of ammo.

As the monkey ran, a tiger about my size leaped out and killed it instantly.We stared at each other, the tiger and I. It looked starved. It growled at me.

I checked my pockets for ammo, but I had none. We continued to stare at each other. I did something unrealistic—I gestured towards the bag.

I didn't expect the tiger to understand, but it did. It grabbed my bag with its paw and threw it in front of me.

I picked it up and slowly walked backward while the tiger moved back as well, keeping its eyes on me, the bodies of the monkeys in its paws. After some distance, it disappeared back into the forest.

"Holy shit, that was the coolest creature I've seen here." I smiled, remembering the ordeal I had just survived.

"Hope we don't see each other again," I said, looking at the spot where the tiger had disappeared. "Wait, it wasn't exactly a tiger. It didn't have the usual orange color; it was more brown, and it looked like it wasn't fully grown,"

I pondered for a moment. "Let's leave it. It's not like I know much about tigers anyway."

"Anyway," I continued to myself as I opened my bag and pulled out my tablet. "Thank God it didn't break, or I would have had to rely on my jungle instincts."

I placed it back, refilled my ammo, bandaged myself, and stood up. With determination, I began walking towards my distant destination, a presumed city, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

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"Ha, what the hell. I wanna go home!" I screamed, exhausted, as I trudged through the seemingly endless forest landscape.

I glanced at the wound on my back. "And you still won't heal after a week. Here I thought I was Superman. Dammit, I'm still just an extra." I looked around and saw no signs of life.

"During this journey, I've gathered the most incredible stories to tell Mika and brag about in bars."Then it hit me—Mika and the others don't know I'm alive, do they?

I questioned myself and after a moment of thought, replied, "Not at all." I smiled, imagining their reactions when they saw me alive. "Hahaha, I would go a little late and spook the hell out of Atra. Hahaha."

After some time walking, I suddenly noticed a small egg that I nearly stepped on. "Holy shit. What the hell is this?"

I squatted down to take a closer look at the egg, which had blue and green patterns on its shell. I picked it up and felt its texture. "It doesn't feel like a bird egg. The shell isn't hard." I brought the egg near my ear and heard the faint heartbeat of the life form inside.

I looked around to see if there was a nest or any sign of the egg's origin but saw nothing in the vicinity. I felt an urge to keep it.

Considering that there was no nest nearby and a high chance the creature would die if I left it, I decided to take it with me for now.

I carefully placed it inside the pocket of my shirt near my chest, where it would stay warm and safe. I scanned my surroundings again, ensuring I hadn't missed anything, and continued on my journey.

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"CrackCrack" I heard a cracking noise near my chest and quickly pulled out the egg, placing it on a nearby stone.

"So you finally want to come out after a week, huh?" I chuckled, eagerly anticipating the surprise of what organism would emerge.

As I waited, I noticed a fox eyeing the egg hungrily. I smiled at the sight and muttered to myself, "Dinner has come."Sneakily, I retrieved a short knife made from stone and swiftly threw it, hitting the fox squarely in the head.

"Sure, I'm improving," I smirked as I walked over to retrieve the dead fox, blood trickling from its head.

Returning to the egg, I was astonished to see a small, beautiful pure white snake emerging from the cracked shell. "You surprised me, little fella. Didn't imagine you'd be a snake," I said, squatting down to take a closer look.

After a short struggle, the snake finally broke free from its shell and opened its red eyes. "Ah, an albino. You wouldn't have survived much longer out there," I muttered, sitting down near the rock.

The snake stared at me with its large red eyes, and I observed its movements. After a while, it started crawling towards me, making its way onto my lap as I picked it up gently with my right hand and created a small nest by joining my hands together.

The snake suddenly bit me. "Bad move, little one. I'm immune to minor poisons," I chuckled, contemplating whether I should keep it or not.

"Fuck it, let's keep it. Taking care of it will give me some much-needed interaction. These intrusive thoughts are starting to get to me; for a moment there, I almost squashed this little guy."

Deciding to keep the snake, I pondered on its gender and whether to name it immediately. "I don't know if it's a he or she. Is there a way to tell, or should I wait?" After some consideration, I decided, "Yeah, I should wait."

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Suggest some names for the little guy.

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