Nolan Madison
[Small GM Post for Vult] Lost in the Jungle
As Nolan sat in the tree, frantically moving his flashlight around in the dark, looking for anything that might be a creature coming to take his life. The young survivor soon noticed a noise in the distance, a noise he realized was far too familiar to someone like him. It was the sounds of branches being broken and the sounds of the underbrush being disturbed, distant. But closing in rather quickly. At his estimate, he had about three minutes, maybe less.
He couldn't stay in the tree forever, he was already a sitting duck, if whatever was coming was breaking the branches, that could mean it was big. And that could mean he wasn't safe where he was. So climbing down, almost falling rather in his haste. Nolan listened to where the sounds were coming from, and deciding to run opposite of said noises. Running through bushes, snapping branches as he ran, his clothes being cut on the thorns, which soon led to his pale skin being cut a bit here and there.
Whatever was chasing him, was maintaining pace with him, bordering on overtaking his speed. The foliage serving to giving Nolan that advantage. But the distance between trees was getting more and more 'open' as it were, soon Nolan couldn't tell how far behind the creatures chasing him was. The flashlight's beam revealed grass, almost a field it looked like. A quick look around showed nothing, a faint outline retreating into the jungle on the other side of the clearing, no doubt wakened by the noise he was causing, or scent of himself and what was chasing him. Nolan didn't care, so long as he didn't have anything in front of him.
The high grass and frantic pace he was moving at, unfortunately played into an unlikeable variable for him as he failed to notice that there was a downward slope to the hill. A fact he soon came to notice when his foot gave way, and Nolan began tumbling down the hill. Losing not only his bearings, but his rifle and flashlight.
One tumbling away into the darkness and the other creating a spinning beam of light that added to the disorientation. He came to a stop finally and was dazed for what felt like minutes, but in reality seconds. When he finally regained his senses, Nolan first looked for his flashlight, the first priority being to get sight back in the darkness.
Scrambling towards the light, Nolan picked it up. Looking around, what he thought was regular grass was actually tall grass. Taller than him, noises coming toward him. Realizing he didn't have his rifle, and would instead have to rely on his revolver of which will no doubt just piss off whatever coming for him.
However, what came out of the tall grass surprised him, as light blinded him as several flashlights turned on and right into his eyes. Suddenly tackled by arms covered in armor, Nolan got punched and kicked and dragged. His wrists were bound. Voices spoke muffled by either his dazed head or in helmets, wasn't long before he was knocked back into reality as his head was dunked into water. Maybe a river or something, but the shock forced him awake and he realized he couldn't breath.
He was drowning, his goggles obscured by darkness and blood in the water. His head hurt as oxygen quickly ran out and his vision blurred, his head was brought back into air so a question could be asked. "Where's Franklin and the other team, answer correctly or my boys here will dunk you back in the water. You got that, liability?" Nolan counted them, one higher ranked one from the markings and four others, two that held him down. The other two had rifles at low ready.
Nolan's head was still processing information which no doubt pissed off the guy asking questions as Nolan got his head back in the water. This time for a bit longer, and for good measure, he got kicked which caused him to inhale, which considering the fact he was being drowned, he got a good helping of water instead of air.
Things weren't looking too great for him...
@Vulthurmir