#pre-thread hehe

He stopped walking when he heard a sound, getting louder and louder. He couldn’t place what it was, but it sounded like water rushing, when he saw what was coming towards him-- which was a giant wave of water. It took him a second to snap out of his daze, and he started running away from the river into the land, but the water reached him before he got away far enough. Panic flooded into his body; he couldn’t swim. He got knocked to the ground and a large gulp of water filled his mouth, almost choking him. He held his breath, frantically trying to get up. The flood couldn’t last forever, could it?

He hit his head on something hard, and a sharp pain surged through his head, as if his skull was split in to. He screamed, air escaping his lungs into the water, and when he closed his mouth again, the salty water stinging his eyes and dirty in his mouth, he knew he needed to get air as soon as possible. He finally his the ground and pushed himself up with one arm, the other hurting too much to use, and he gasped for air when he lifted himself from the water. The wound on his head stung, the salt in the water only making it worse, and it took him a few minutes to compose himself again. 

When he got up he realised that he had lost everything; the little bit of food, his gloves, the spear, and worst of all, his knives. Washed away by the flood. He was injured and unarmed. He looked own at his hurt arm, his elbow bent awkwardly and a bump right under it on his lower arm, that definitely wasn’t supposed to be there.