Andy groans through the sock as his fingers are straightened. As his index finger gets straightened Andy bites down and a little water sloshes out from the sock. Jake uses a toothbrush from Andy's pack that they had snapped in half to splint his two fingers before wrapping them in gauze. The whole process is painful but by no means life threatening and Andy's hand ends up being treated propperly despite lacking the right equipment.
Jake then tells Andy to discard his clothing so he can see if he has any other injuries. Yngvar gives a whistle to this which Jake replies to with a profane gesture. Andy complies and tosses his sock and clothing in a pile near his tent. His body shows no sign of injury besides the obvious, the hyper tension, and two deep abrasions on his elbow of his right arm and his ribcage on the right side.
Vinyl crawls into the tent and climbs into the sleeping bag. Luckily since Andy had slept in it it had lost most of it's water due to body heat and was only a little damp. After a few moments the bag was warm and cozy, a vast longshot from a dusty cave floor. Vinyl sleeps, for the first time, comfortably, in what feels like an eternity. (Wake up whenever. Since you slept properly you won't need to sleep for quite a bit longer than when you were passed out on the floor.)
Yngvar squeezes the muddy water out of his shirt for a few minutes until he is satisfied and reserves to set it on a rock to let it dry. "So about that soup." Yngvar says "Uh. I think there is some left in the pot. Just turn on the stove to heat it back up again." Yngvar shuffles over to the small setup and relights the stove. After a few minutes the soup starts to boil. Yngvar turn off the stove and looks at his soup.
The "soup" resembles a thick eggdrop soup except instead of sheets of egg what was swirling around in it was sheets of white frog flesh. Apparently when these things were heated in a stew they fell apart and off the bone. Literally. Yngvar picked a few small bones out of his stew before eating.
Have you ever heard the phrase anything tastes good when you are hungry? Not everything. The stew wasn't awful mind you, just bland. It was like trying to drink dishwater with overcooked noodles in it. Still, a better result than Yngvar was expecting. Plus it was filling. Yngvar eats like it will save his life until the pot is dry and fairly clean. with an audible burp Yngvar sits on his rock, cracks his knuckles, and hangs his head drowzily.
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Topic: The Rabbit Hole (A (gruesome) game) - 1 deceased. (Read 30610 times)