Location: Base Camp | Date & Time: +2 days, 0300PM
Before Walter had opened his eyes, he sat upright - and that was a mistake. A surge of pain ran up his spine and his eyes filled with tears as he laid back on the soft matras. He was disorientated, both from the pain and his sudden teleportation from the tree to the bed. It certainly wasn't a dream: his house didn't have a wooden ceiling. The pain didn't seem very dreamish neither.
A sudden fear came over Walter as he realized he could've been captured. He took a peek at possible escape routes and relaxed as he noticed the door of the room was open. He then realized that if he were captured, he most likely wouldn't be lying on a clean bed with a bandage around his arm.
The room was clean, with two windows letting in a bright sunlight that contrasted with the dimmed light in the room. There was a small drawer with his stuff on it - he recognized all of it and found that nothing was missing nor broken. He wouldn't have much use for most of it, but he took his silver watch and put in over his undamaged arm.
He tried to sit up again, this time decidedly but carefully. It still hurt slightly, but he managed to sit up. He rotated to sit on the edge of the bed and quickly overthought some things. This was bad. He needed to be back in Sudan, where his base of operations was, soon. He might need to get into everyones favor to reach an airfield.
Walter shrugged, and as careful as possible, stood up from the bed and walked through the door - into the sunlight.
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