<span style="font-style: italic">I should light a fire</span>was the first thought the came into Ander's mind.<br/><br/>The second thought was:<span style="font-style: italic">Ow.</span><br/><br/>The wound on his shoulder, although bound, was not healing as fast as he would have liked it. Every step through the forest sent another sharp pain digging into his shoulder, and the last time he checked the bandages, his hand had come away red with blood.  A dark red too, with in hints of infection. What was it that had attacked him?<br/><br/>It itched as well. That was probably the worst thing. It itched so much but whenever he went to scratch, he was rewarded with another burst of pain.<br/><br/>The<span style="font-style: italic">third</span>thought that went through Ander's head was:<span style="font-style: italic">Where the hell am I? </span><br/><br/>He had been walking in the forest for hours now and he was sure he had already come across the remains of this camp before. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched either. It made him jumpy, and that hurt his shoulder even more. It was no use. He wasn't getting anyway.<br/><br/>Slumping down next to the remains of the camp he groaned and began searching through his pack for a fire-lighter.<br/><br/>When he found it, he lay down onto the floor. Maybe it wasn't a completely terrible idea to lie here before he went to gather some twigs and kindling. He could stare up at the stars through the leaves in the canopy above him and...<br/><br/>“Ow!” Ander sat back up again. He had leaned on his wound and paid the price. He mumbled under his breath a few dwarven curses he'd learned during a bar fight a few moons ago. They always sounded good Dwarven curses. Really worked up the phlegm in your mouth and put it to good use.<br/><br/>With a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and began to pick up loose twigs and grass from the floor. He grumbled to himself. This was the last time he followed the advice of a strange old man and wandered into a forest. It seemed so right at the time, but now, feh. He was going back tomorrow to the city to find a nice tavern and drink himself into oblivion.<br/><br/>Then Ander had another thought. A little voice in the back of him mind whispered:<span style="font-style: italic">You are not alone.</span>