Two lives

  Two lives

  Two lives

  Those are the only two words I can think of since I got here. I can't believe I got the lowest number of lives. I need to watch every single move I make.

  I had already found a sharp stone near a creek. I see a small stick-like tree not too far from the creek that I chop down surprisingly fast with the sharp rock. Using the resources around me I made a nice tool. It looked like a weapon between an axe and a sword.

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  With what I have I should go out and find people. Make alliances. As I do I try to find any deep memories that the voice above might have left behind. All I remember is my name is Jacob. The voice did tell me that an old lover can be found nearby along with a best friend. They will be strong allies.

  I see a group of three men in a clearing in the forest. One is older, the other two are much younger. They already had made a fire and gathered food with some weapons. They also had a makeshift fishing rod and a pickaxe. It sounds like they are going to split up. Maybe when they leave their camp I can steal some stuff from them. I wait for them to leave, watching them at a distance hiding behind a tree.

  It takes longer than I thought but they finally leave. I wait for a moment for them to get away from their camp. I slowly walk up to the camp checking for traps. Just being careful or I’m just paranoid. I find some sharp rocks that have been sharpened by hand along with some firewood. I grab some of both. Enough for myself but not enough for them to notice I stole some of their stuff. I pick up the stuff and turn around. To be found by a girl.

  With her blonde hair

  Blue eyes

  Soft rosy cheeks

  My pulse quickens

  My mouth is dry

  My cheeks are flushed

  She's my old lover