Travel Diary- Undertow

[skinstealer]

???-???-316, ???, Consumption

I left Backwash and couldn’t find someone to hitchhike with, so I had to travel on foot. Thankfully, I had roads to follow and camping gear, so it wasn’t...impossible. 

Unfortunately, it was possibly the worst case scenario that could have happened.

Setting up my tent in the woods was nerve wracking as is when I know for a fact that horrible, horrible animals live out in these pine forests, but in the middle of night when I don’t remember the extent of my powers...that’s far, far worse. I know for a fact that I had tremendous amounts of power, after all, I am some manner of high god, but I cannot remember how to use those powers or what they even are aside from the occasional gust of wind and thunderclap. 

But sure enough, I didn’t reach a settlement in time for dark, and my legs were tired...I had to camp. There was no other option. I set up as best as I could, though admittedly I fumbled horribly at first. I wish I remembered how to remember how to set up a fucking tent before the second third try. 

I maybe got an hour of sleep before I heard something approach...I left my tent only to find something unearthly approaching- something resembling a person, but by no means sapient. It was definitely an animal, if you could even call it that...teetering on two legs, back and forth, made of red flesh and appearing almost skeletal...It stopped once it saw me standing there, observing me frozen before rushing me down. I almost didn’t react in time, having never properly fought anything since my amnesia hit (unless you count the truck incident). I didn’t remember how to do anything, I was full of fear- I was a god, for fuck’s sake, but I feared for my life. 
 

It was so fast.

It had horrible spike arms, almost like scythes, as wide as my head even in my god state. I have no idea how a standard Morbitian would be able to hold up against it, and I swear I thought it was going to impale me at least twice. Thankfully I was able to, somehow, send a bolt of lightning coursing through its chest until it fried...I’m still not sure how I did it and that is definitely a trick I would like to remember, but for now, I am grateful that it saved my life.

I am at an outpost now. I did not stop walking after that incident, despite the screaming pain in my legs. Fuck that. 

Fuck the vast majority of this zone.