Chapter 9:
And he thought that his night sleep in the little orange Datsun had been bad.
When Rob woke up, he felt stiff and sore as if someone had ironed him over with a steam roller in his sleep. He felt groggy and miserable and just wanted to lie back down and pass out again, but once he saw the other presenters stirring he knew that sleep was no longer possible.
Jeremy yawned loudly and obnoxiously as usual and slowly lifted his head and looked around. He scratched his head and carefully rolled right side up again and sat up. His face was in the sunlight, and it glowed blue as the powerful light soaked through the blue tent material.
After another couple of minutes, James and Richard woke up. They all climbed out of the tent, packed it away, and tried to figure out what to do for breakfast.
"None of us have food," Richard sighs and leans against a tree.
"We could go get some bear meat or something like that," Jeremy shrugs, "nobody will notice."
"Jeremy, are you fucking out of your mind?" James rolls his eyes, "now how the hell do you think we are going to go about kill a bear without any weapons?"
"..beat it up?" Jeremy grunts, "fine, we won't get a bear. Sissies..." Jeremy grunted and then sat down on a large, fallen tree.
"We could always get some fish out of that creek," Rob suggested, desperate to keep an episode of 'The Real Housewives of TopGear' from occurring. "it's uh... it's a fairly big creek, right? There's bound to be something."
"Now how do you plan on fishing, Rob?" Jeremy says, obviously trying to get under Rob's skin, "you don't even have a fishing rod."
"I was thinking I could maybe find a stick and a nice, sharp rock and tie it to that, and try spear fishing. It'll be a pain in the neck but... well, it's something."
"That'll be impossible, you know that, right?"
"Let him have a chance, Jeremy," Richard said, "his idea is a hell of a lot more reasonable than yours was."
"Hmmph, fine, whatever." Jeremy gave Rob a dirty look before the two of them stood up.
"I guess we'll head on down to the creek now or something, and try to find something," Rob backed off toward the tire tracks with Jeremy limping after him, using a large stick as a makeshift crutch.
James and Richard headed off into the woods to try to find materials to make spears out of. Rob broke a branch off of a small tree and managed to find an already sharp rock. Jeremy followed close behind him as Rob made his way back to the creek and sat down on a rock on the bank.
Rob pulled out a piece of rope that he'd been keeping in the pocket of his cargo pants and began to fiddle with it, trying to figure out how to securely tie the rock to the end of the stick. After a bit of struggling, Jeremy helped him secure the rock.
Rob stood on a fairly large rock on the bank and Jeremy stood just behind him, watching. Eventually, a fish came near enough to Rob that he could try and stab it.
He brought the spear down at the fish and completely missed. The fish swam in a slow circle. Stab. Miss. Stab. Miss. Rob was growing more and more frustrated by the minute, and that frustration became amplified when he felt Jeremy's good leg kick him in the back, throwing him headfirst into rushing water of the creek.
As Rob struggled against the powerful current, he could hear Jeremy laughing at him and taunting him from above the surface. Rob tried to swim back to the rock, but he was dragged violently toward the large group of rocks that Jeremy had broken his ankle on the previous day.
Rob slammed into the first rock and hurt his arm. He struggled against the water until he finally managed to climb up.
He listened to Jeremy's freakish laughter as he examined his arm. Blood was dripping from a deep cut from where he had originally crashed into the rock. Jeremy saw Rob holding his wounded arm and didn't hesitate to begin his attack.
"Oh come on, Rob, don't be such a fucking wimp..." Jeremy just grinned as he watched Rob's face turn bright red from anger.
"You son of a bitch--!!"
That's when it happened.
If you like this, you should check out DragonGear, my other story.
And he thought that his night sleep in the little orange Datsun had been bad.
When Rob woke up, he felt stiff and sore as if someone had ironed him over with a steam roller in his sleep. He felt groggy and miserable and just wanted to lie back down and pass out again, but once he saw the other presenters stirring he knew that sleep was no longer possible.
Jeremy yawned loudly and obnoxiously as usual and slowly lifted his head and looked around. He scratched his head and carefully rolled right side up again and sat up. His face was in the sunlight, and it glowed blue as the powerful light soaked through the blue tent material.
After another couple of minutes, James and Richard woke up. They all climbed out of the tent, packed it away, and tried to figure out what to do for breakfast.
"None of us have food," Richard sighs and leans against a tree.
"We could go get some bear meat or something like that," Jeremy shrugs, "nobody will notice."
"Jeremy, are you fucking out of your mind?" James rolls his eyes, "now how the hell do you think we are going to go about kill a bear without any weapons?"
"..beat it up?" Jeremy grunts, "fine, we won't get a bear. Sissies..." Jeremy grunted and then sat down on a large, fallen tree.
"We could always get some fish out of that creek," Rob suggested, desperate to keep an episode of 'The Real Housewives of TopGear' from occurring. "it's uh... it's a fairly big creek, right? There's bound to be something."
"Now how do you plan on fishing, Rob?" Jeremy says, obviously trying to get under Rob's skin, "you don't even have a fishing rod."
"I was thinking I could maybe find a stick and a nice, sharp rock and tie it to that, and try spear fishing. It'll be a pain in the neck but... well, it's something."
"That'll be impossible, you know that, right?"
"Let him have a chance, Jeremy," Richard said, "his idea is a hell of a lot more reasonable than yours was."
"Hmmph, fine, whatever." Jeremy gave Rob a dirty look before the two of them stood up.
"I guess we'll head on down to the creek now or something, and try to find something," Rob backed off toward the tire tracks with Jeremy limping after him, using a large stick as a makeshift crutch.
James and Richard headed off into the woods to try to find materials to make spears out of. Rob broke a branch off of a small tree and managed to find an already sharp rock. Jeremy followed close behind him as Rob made his way back to the creek and sat down on a rock on the bank.
Rob pulled out a piece of rope that he'd been keeping in the pocket of his cargo pants and began to fiddle with it, trying to figure out how to securely tie the rock to the end of the stick. After a bit of struggling, Jeremy helped him secure the rock.
Rob stood on a fairly large rock on the bank and Jeremy stood just behind him, watching. Eventually, a fish came near enough to Rob that he could try and stab it.
He brought the spear down at the fish and completely missed. The fish swam in a slow circle. Stab. Miss. Stab. Miss. Rob was growing more and more frustrated by the minute, and that frustration became amplified when he felt Jeremy's good leg kick him in the back, throwing him headfirst into rushing water of the creek.
As Rob struggled against the powerful current, he could hear Jeremy laughing at him and taunting him from above the surface. Rob tried to swim back to the rock, but he was dragged violently toward the large group of rocks that Jeremy had broken his ankle on the previous day.
Rob slammed into the first rock and hurt his arm. He struggled against the water until he finally managed to climb up.
He listened to Jeremy's freakish laughter as he examined his arm. Blood was dripping from a deep cut from where he had originally crashed into the rock. Jeremy saw Rob holding his wounded arm and didn't hesitate to begin his attack.
"Oh come on, Rob, don't be such a fucking wimp..." Jeremy just grinned as he watched Rob's face turn bright red from anger.
"You son of a bitch--!!"
That's when it happened.
If you like this, you should check out DragonGear, my other story.