Assume and Decide

You stared at the figure, as much as you'd love to engage. . . those stats. . . something told you that right now that talking to this figure was not going to work. And trying to do anything forceful might result in something not exactly preferred. You quietly sink back into the forest and begin to lightly jog as soon as your sure your far away enough. You didn't particularly feel like engaging the fellow right now. You eventually arrived back at the lake and began to walk around it again.

You felt a chill down your undying spine, you didn't know why as you marched on. Looking around, cautious and alert as the tiniest sound sent you into an unyielding anxious state for a few minutes. You felt like something was watching you, preying upon you.

You hated it, you hated that feeling of vulnerability of fear. The utter terror that slithered up into your very existence seeming to dictate your actions, to control and wrap its maddening tendrils around your consciousness. You began to go into a light jog hoping to find- somewhere. Finally you get around the lake and you can continue into the forest where your hoping that you'll feel safer.

And much to your disarray you do not. It's only gotten worse, every bush something could be hidden, the leaves could be holding something that could severely injure you. It felt as if the very ground could tear open and swallow you whole.But everything stopped as you stepped on something, it felt like. . . something- your mind told you it was metal. It was smooth and cold covered by a very thin layer of dirt.

You remove your foot and crouch down, swiping away the dirt it looked like the corner of a rectangle. You grasp the object and use all of the strength within your body to pull it out. Slowly but surely you yoink the rectangle out within a few seconds, due to you using all of your **** you fell onto the ground with an Oof. You noticed your voice sounded odd, it sounded high pitched- your mind called it feminine.

Whatever you have the rectangle to focus on, you get up and stare at the rectangular shape as you put it upon the ground. It was not metal as originally thought. It was a mixture of wood and metal, the wood looks rotten and worn. It looks like the top can be opened? You grasp the top and pull up, it does open! Inside looked like. . . clothing! Clothing, it looked like a orange shirt with a butter-milk lining. Along with brown baggy jeans and black boots.

You hastily grasp the shirt and stare at it before realizing, how are you supposed to put it on? You let your instinct take over for this one, as you slowly put on the shirt hands up through the sleeves and head through the middle. You then tear off your loin cloth and grasp the brown baggy jeans and stick your leg into either socket. Before putting the black boots on, you spot a small piece of paper in the rectangular storage thing. You grasp it and look at it, it has writing on it.

NOTE - If your reading this then you have followed all the clues to find this, happy birthday. Even picked out your favorite colors! | Love Hampshire

It must've been for some one else, you toss the note to the side as you notice the shirt clings too tightly to you. To every curve, your jeans are too. Apparently not as baggy as you first thought, they must be too small of a size. They clung way too tightly to your form. You just now notice you have a small bulge in the groin of your jeans, you feel yourself pressing against the jeans, whatever was is very sensitive.

You discard the thought and think of what to do now.