Cha. 1 P. 1. New dawn.

"A new dawn, a new beginning."

The sound of rain pounding against the ground around him slowly pulled the boy from his sleep. He pushed himself off the grounds he was on, standing wobbly he reached for the ditch wall to stabilize himself, instead he missed it entirely nearly falling flat on his face.

He caught himself on a root, extending from the wall, preventing himself from falling.
After he stabilized himself, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

He reached up with his free left hand touching his forehead, feeling the sticky texture of dried blood on his fur and the skin underneath. 

He flinched when he applied pressure, feeling a slight bump and a cut that was slowly healing. He started lowering himself to sitting position mumbling in pain.

"M..Motherfucker.."

After he sat down he started sitting down he started checking his body for wounds, occasionally whimpering in pain as he brushed against a few of the more painful wounds.

After a while he ripped his mud and blood stained white shirt sleeve off before wrapping it around a nasty 4 inch slash around his right forearm. After checking the rest of his wounds he let out a groan before looking up into the sky and the 6ish feet ditch walls.

He slowly got to his feet looking around for something to get out of the ditch with.
He saw the roots again, letting out a sigh he walked towards them.

After he had reached the roots he grabbed one and started pulling on it testing if it could hold his weight. After testing, he made a foot hole by kicking into the dirt wall and started climbing.

After making it up he clambered over the wall, pulling himself over the edge he laid on his back under the tree that had produced the roots. He laid there looking through the leaves at the sky, letting out an exhausted groan from the effort he had to use while dealing with his injuries.

"So thirsty.."

He rubbed his lips, feeling how cracked and dry they were.
He then rose up to a sitting position looking around to see the area.

He saw: The old ruins of which he and the others appeared in, a forest down to the West(Based off the Sun's location in sky for cardinal directions), and finally a river to the north he had not noticed the day before.

He used the tree as support as he slowly stood. After he made it to his feet he started walking towards the river.

After a few minutes he managed to reach the river, more of stream at the location he reached, but as he stared at the river he saw that it was an abnormal slight reddish tint. As he turned to look up stream he saw an abnormal shape in the middle of the stream of water.

He stared for a little bit more before slowly walking along the side of the river towards the object.
He looked at the river as he did watching the tint get darker and more noticeable the closer he got.

Soon he arrived at the object staring at it from the bank, it was a body. A body with a hatchet lodged in its back, just above the lumbar region of the spinal cord. He felt he was going to vomit but he physically couldn't as he lacked liquid and food in his body to do so.

He was hunched over for awhile, still feeling like he would vomit but nothing ever happened. He soon stood back straight up and looked at the body. He knew what he had to do, a tool, better yet a weapon is essential for the world he was in now.

He sat down removing his Brown, mud caked, boots and socks before rolling up his Tan cargo pants to just below his knees. He then entered the water, which was a nice cold temperature, he would've enjoyed himself if he wasn't thinking about what he needed to do.

He grabbed the body dragging it to the edge of the small river pulling it on land and looking at it's back, he had recognized the man from when they all first appeared, but never really talked to him.

"I'm.. I'm so so sorry for this.." 

He reached forward grabbing the handle of the hatchet pulling on it, he had failed to remove it in one pull so he tried again with even more force, causing him to fall flat on his back hatchet in hand. 

He just laid on his back for awhile, thinking about what he just did.
He let out a sigh, attempting not to think about it.

he got back to his feet walking towards the stream again, kneeling down looking at his reflection in the water. He wasn't exactly shocked by his appearance, he saw other people who didn't exactly human when they appeared here, it was their skins. Their skins from in the game brought to life as their own. 

He stared at his heterochromia eyes in the reflection, orange and a golden yellow. He stared at his fur, even while being darkened by the mud, blood and other grim still shown the black base with slight brown and green stripes and patches.

He stared behind him, at his tail, reaching out touching, and feeling a slight sensation he wasn't used to. He looked back at the water seeing his ears, how they folded or extended when he changed his expression.

He sighed.

"Tinker had mods of other species.. Beastkin.. Hopefully that means I won't stand out too much if I find a village or something.."

He reached down washing the axe before putting it down on the grass next to his boots and wool socks. He then reached his hands- no Paws? They shaped like both combined.. None the less he put them Into the water washing them thoroughly, the best he could without soap or anything. 

He then scooped water up in them and drank slowly. He let out a slightly refreshed sigh.
He then looked at his forearm, the improv bandage was tinted red, but not a fully red, thus it was working enough. 

"Should still clean it.. Hell I should clean everything!"

He untied the ripped shirt sleeve off his forearm staring at the wound.

"No Abscess seems to be appearing which is good, slight swelling but there doesn't seem to be any other major symptoms of Cellulitis.. I guess being a Nurse assistant will definitely have its perks here." 

He pulled the shirt off himself laying it next to his other belongings before taking his cargo pants off and boxers entering the water. As he enters the water he sits down and starts washing himself with his hands in the water.

After a while he exited the water and attempted the shake dry best he could before getting dressed again. He grabbed the ripped sleeve that he was using as a bandage and crouched down washing it in the water as well before wringing it out and putting it back on over the wound on his forearm.

He stood up eying the ruins, but he saw silhouettes, and in his current state he couldn't risk finding out. He got up and started walking towards the forest instead.

"Today's a new world, a new dawn.. And a new me."