Forgotten

Two --Tara

The boy turns, and begins to walk quickly deeper into the forest. I sigh and follow him, pushing past branches to catch up to him. "Hey, wait. Where are you going."

"To a safe place." He stops and turns to me. "I don't know where we are, but I have been here for a couple of days at the least. There were other people here. I watched them all get torn apart by the vultures." That would explain the look of terror in his eyes. "My names Aaron Fisher, and unless you want to go out into the woods alone, I'd suggest we stick together."

I don't want to go alone, and Aaron is strong, and he seems to know what he's doing. "Tara. Tara Winchester."

"Funny. You don't look like a Tara." He says, before continuing his trek through the woods. I run to catch up with him.

"So you don't remember how you got here?" I ask.

"The last thing I remember before waking up here was falling asleep in my bed and at home."

"How far have you explored this place?" I figure there can be forest going on forever. If we find a way out of it, we might discover where we are. Maybe we're just in some woods out side a town or a city. A forest with... Giant vultures.

"I have gone five miles in every direction. Climbed to the top of the highest tree. Nothing but forest as far as I can see. Except a mountain, due north."

"A mountain. Why don't we go there?" The top of the mountain would give us a view of the entire area.

"I have thought about that, Tara. The mountain is the vultures' den. It's crawling with them. Just trust me for know okay?"

We have come upon and pile of rocks, in a clearing covered by a canopy of tree branches. The rocks form a cave, and Aaron goes and stand in the opening. "Welcome home," and he disappears inside. I duck into the cave after him. Inside there in room enough to stand up. Two bed rolls. Line the back wall. Two backpacks, seemingly empty. I noticed before that Aaron had a knife in his boot.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" I ask.

"From the people who were here before, the ones I watch die. Two of them were backpackers, another a hunter. I got their survival things, and his weapons. Lucky, huh?" He takes a knife from one of the backpacks, and hand it to me. "Just in case I'm not there to save you again."

"...thanks." I tuck the knife in my boot. That's another thing that's strange, that I haven't thought about until now. I went to sleep in PJs, and woke up here fully clothed.

"Stay here. I'm going to get water Aaron says, grabbing a canteen and leaving. I am alone.