Who: Sam & Sookie When: 5.23 Morning Where: Jungle > City What: Waking Up, Finding Home Rating: Low Open to BroSquad
Having been knocked unconscious in his arrival and subsequent fall to earth, Sam Wilson only just began to come around. Head foggy, it lolled across the top of his chest before he raised it and winced at the thumping pain on the back left side. He touched a hand to it and winced again, swearing in his charismatic fashion, before blinking and allowing his eyes to focus best they could. A look of confusion and anger crossed his face as he gingerly righted himself, tangled in the curls and branches of the jungle trees, and looked around.
"Where in the hell...?" he trailed, bracing a hand against the tree's trunk to keep steady. The world spun sharp and fast in that moment and disorganized by the bump on his head, the pain that followed it. Sam let himself sit there a while longer asking to himself where he was, what was going on, and where his friends had gone. He assessed his other damages and found nothing to be broken, only bruised or a bit stiff and twisted. He also checked around for supplies, for anything that might lead him to contact with others, but his pockets were empty. No wallet. No cell phone. Not even house keys.
Damn.
Thirty minutes passed since he awoke before he got moving. Thirty minutes to keep calm and remember all the rules you learn in the military on how to keep safe, keep conscious, and find shelter. Staying in that tree would provide none of those things in the end, Sam was certain, so he began the slow and arduous climb down the twenty feet to the ground. For someone that often flew he couldn't recall a time being more glad to feel the earth under his feet. He even liked the way the uprising roots were hard and trip-worthy. Bearings now found, or at least enough to stand without the world turning over in his mind's eye, he started North following moss growth and the flush of rising sunlight. Hopefully that would take him closer to civilization and not farther.
He muttered to himself with agitation the entire way, not wanting to call for help in the event it riled up a wild animal or indigenous tribe out for blood. He told himself that this must be a mighty good prank because he had no idea how on earth he got there.
Wait.
The Cat.
This must be his fault. That weirdo must have thrown him into the jungle outside of the base as revenge for making all those cat jokes. Well, the joke was on him! Ha! He was a retired veteran who knew how to survive. Once he got back to the Panther's base he was going to throttle that puny king. Until then...Sam trekked along until he made it to a clearing. There in the distance he saw buildings. Civilization. A city!