The Last Of The Forsaken

The next morning, I woke up and stretched, and made one of those weird stretching sounds I think most people make.

My room isn't anything fancy, I've never been the decorative type, and even if I was there not a whole lot I could put up in there if I wanted.

I just have the same old ass bed I've had since I was twelve, and a singular window, I've only ever switched beds two times in my life, once when I grew out the crib, and once when I turned twelve.

Everything I've ever slept in were hand-me-downs from the neighbors, and that includes the crib, so you could say my upbringing has been quite humble.

I did one of those slow zombie shambles I do when I first wake up, since I've always had sleeping problems and its not like they've gotten better.

As I walked out my room like looking like a groovy ghost, I smelt my mom cooking this one deer my dad caught two months ago, and by the way animals, if properly persevered, can last a really long time, even a rabbit can last around 4 days for one person.

"Morning, sweetie" she said sounding a little tired, while still focusing on the meat she was preparing over our wood stove, that had to've been older than me.

"Hey mom." I said, still trying to shake off my morning voice.

"You need help with anything?"

She looked over to me. "Yeah actually, could hand me the lemon spice?"

"Sure thing" I replied as I walked over to our designated spice cabinet.

I opened the cabinet and moved some things around, in search of the lemon spice.

I don't know who the hell keeps moving our spices around but when I find out, I'm going to strangle them, I swear.

A second later I found the lemon spice in the back of the cabinet and walked over to my mom, " Here you go."

"Thank you, sweetie." She said while still keeping an eye on the cooking meat and applying the lemon spice.

She then gave me a kiss on the cheek, and asked "Can you go wake up your brother? Breakfast is almost done."

"Yeah, no problem." I replied, and quickly turned around

She then said " Thank you!" From across the room, as I walked back to where the rooms are.

I knocked on his door twice, and yelled " Hey! Breakfast is almost ready!" There was no response so I just barged in.

I saw him lying there, completely knocked out, "Come on, get your big ass up."

He didn't say anything, just made the noice people make when they don't wanna get up, so I started shaking him.

Since you may not know, my brother is fucking huge, easily 6 feet or taller, and jacked from all the time he spent hunting, so shaking him is a workout

"Fuck off." He said, sounding tired as shit.

"C'mon big fella, breakfast is almost done." He then smacked my arms away.

"Fine, I'm up, I'm up." he said, finally sitting up.

"There you go, sleeping beauty." I said kinda laughing.

I like annoying people, not in a malicious way, it just that I think it's kinda funny, maybe that makes me an asshole but whatever, it's fun.

I like to think of it as just messing around and having fun, but it can rub people the wrong way, and that's fine, people are entitled to their own opinions.

We both walked out of his room and into the kitchen, my mom then looked at my brother.

"Morning, sweetie." She said in her usual tone and kissed him on the cheek

"Hey mom." He said trying to shake off his morning voice.

You might notice we're a bit similar.

My mom has white skin, and so does my brother, probably on account of the fact his dad was white, but my dad was of a darker complexion, and naturally I'm also a bit darker, so I look brown.

"Breakfast is ready so sit down." She said as she walked over to the counter  where she had set the food down.

She then walked back and set it down on the table, we then ate in silence, but we normally eat like that, since my mom always says to not talk with your mouth full.

After I finished my meal, I stood up and pushed my chair in and started to walk back to my room.

My brother still hadn't made a dent in his food.

I went into my room and put on my boots that I got as a gift from my dad as a gift for my 17th birthday, just four months ago, he said they would come in handy, and I didn't believe him, but I guess he was right

I made sure to put on extra clothes since it can get pretty cold out there.

I then grabbed the bow I made for my dad a while back, he knew how to make his own but he wanted one from me, since I was good with my hands and he thought I could make a better one, or at least that's what he said.

I think he just wanted to spend time with me and show interest in my hobbies, granted it's a bit more than a hobble.

The bow was functional, and that was about as much as I could hope for, since it was my first time making one.

I usually learn a little bit about the things I make before I make'em, and I didn't know the first thing about how to make bows, so it's miracle it worked.

I always get excited when something I make works, and that's why I think like making things, because you fuck up a lot before you get things right, so when it works it feels that much better.

I then walked back out of my room, and stretched a little bit.

My mom asked " You going somewhere?" A little confused as to why I had a bow.

"I'm gonna try to catch something I guess. I figure now's as good a time to learn as any." That wasn't true but I didn't feel like spilling my guts out to her right now.

I might tell her why I want to learn to hunt later but now isn't the time.

It just feels a bit too soon.

I then turned to my brother, and asked " Wanna come with me Johnny?"

He replied "Yeah just let me get my things."

He then went to get up but my mom grabbed his arm and sat him back down. "Nuh uh, not until you finish your breakfast."

He then groaned a little bit but then quickly scarfed it down.

"Can I go now?" He said a little annoyed.

She just smiled at him sweetly and said "Be safe."

He then got up and said " I will mom." And walked over to his room.

A few minutes later he came out with his gear which was really just, some boots, his bow, and a heavy looking pack.

"You all set?" He said, looking a little surprised, at how little I had on me.

"Well I figure, since it's my first time that it'll be just learning the ropes." I said looking a little embarrassed.

"Whatever, it's fine I guess."

He then turned to our mom "Mom, we'll be back in couple hours."

She then sat up and hugged us both "Stay safe, ok?"

I smiled and laughed a bit "Ok mom we will, bye." And we walked out the door.

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This is my longest chapter yet, and I tired to make it a point of emphasis to include a bit a of detail and internal monologue to make it immersive, but that also kinda stretches out parts of the story, so sorry if that makes it boring, but that's what I see a lot of in first person books as far as narration goes. Yea that's all I had to say, thanks