lookism: Apostle

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The Next Day

Luke woke up early, the soft light of dawn streaming into the cave. He glanced at Mike, who was still asleep, curled up against the cold stone floor. A small smile crept onto Luke's face. He looks so peaceful, Luke thought. Mike couldn't have been more than nine or ten, judging by his slight frame and innocent face, untouched by the harshness of the jungle while he slept.

Luke stretched and walked to the cave's entrance, inhaling the crisp morning air. The jungle was alive with the distant calls of birds and the rustling of leaves, but the tranquility was deceptive. This place might seem calm now, but danger is always lurking, Luke reminded himself.

An hour later, Mike stirred awake, his eyes groggy and red from restless nights. He looked at Luke, who was leaning against the wall, gazing outside. "T-thank you... for saving me yesterday," Mike stammered.

Luke turned his head and gave a small nod. "My name's Luke," he replied simply.

The two ate the leftover apples in silence, their quiet meal filled with an unspoken bond. After finishing, Luke stood up and stretched. "Stay here. I'm going to look for more food," he said firmly.

Mike nodded hesitantly. He was still too shaken to venture outside. Luke glanced back at him once more before vanishing into the dense jungle.

Luke's POV

The jungle felt oddly familiar, almost like it was an extension of myself. Why do I feel so at ease here? I wondered as I navigated the wild terrain. My senses felt sharper, my movements instinctive, almost as if I had spent my whole life in such an environment.

The reality of the situation struck me as I moved deeper. Most of the kids are probably dead by now, I thought grimly. Those who survived are either hiding or lucky enough to have avoided the animals. I need to protect myself—and Mike. The thought of the younger boy's fragile frame spurred me forward.

Hours passed as I searched for food, but the jungle seemed eerily empty. Eventually, I stumbled upon a river. Relief flooded through me as I crouched down to drink, the cool water soothing my parched throat. But my relief was short-lived. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a cluster of crocodiles lurking a few meters away, their unblinking eyes fixed on me.

Fear surged through me, and I bolted before they could make a move. Close call.

As I caught my breath, I noticed a rabbit grazing nearby. Determination flared within me. Not this time. I moved carefully, silently closing the distance until I was close enough to pounce. In a blur of motion, I lunged, grabbing the rabbit before it could react. With a swift, instinctual motion, I ended its life.

Carrying the rabbit and some sticks I'd gathered for firewood, I made my way back to the cave.

By the time I returned, the sun was already setting. Mike was still sitting in the same spot where I'd left him, his wide eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

Without wasting time, I started a fire and cooked the rabbit. The scent of roasted meat filled the cave, and I handed half to Mike, who devoured it eagerly. I smiled faintly as I ate my portion. The boy still didn't talk much, but he seemed a little less scared than before.

After eating, we both lay down to sleep. The rhythm of survival began to take hold.

The Next Few Days

The days that followed were filled with a routine of hunting, foraging, and avoiding danger. Mike began to accompany me on my daily excursions, and I could see the fear slowly leaving his eyes. His small frame moved with more confidence, and his once-shaky voice started carrying hints of determination.

I noticed changes in myself too. My senses grew sharper, my reflexes faster. It was as if my body was evolving to adapt to the jungle.

The Last Day

Today marked the final day of the test. Mike and I walked through the jungle together, our bond stronger than ever. He had started calling me "Big Bro," and while I wasn't sure how to feel about it at first, I eventually embraced it.

As we walked, a low growl shattered the calm. I froze, my ears straining to pinpoint the source. The sound came from the right—a bear, its massive form emerging from the bushes, its teeth stained with blood.

"Hide," I whispered, pulling Mike into the dense underbrush.

The bear sniffed the air, its powerful frame prowling closer. But after a few tense moments, it turned and lumbered off in another direction.

Mike let out a shaky breath. "That was close, Big Bro."

I ruffled his hair. "You did good, kid. Let's keep moving."

A few hours later, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, we stumbled across a patch of fruit trees. Mike's face lit up as he climbed to gather food. "Good job," I said, patting his head when he returned. His grin was contagious.

But the peace was short-lived.

A tiger leapt out from the shadows, its golden eyes locking onto us.

I grabbed a sharp stick from the ground and pushed Mike behind me. "Run," I commanded.

"But Big Bro—"

"Go!" I barked, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Mike hesitated, tears welling up in his eyes, but he turned and ran.

I faced the tiger, my heart pounding. A few days ago, I was terrified of a crocodile. Now I'm facing a tiger. Maybe this is what it means to protect someone.

The tiger circled me, its muscles coiled like a spring. When it lunged, I rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding its claws. My stick found its mark, stabbing deep into the beast's side.

The tiger roared in pain, its eyes blazing with fury. It swiped at me, its claws raking across my chest. Pain exploded through me, but my body moved on instinct. My fist shot out, connecting with the tiger's jaw. To my shock, the massive animal was thrown back, crashing into a tree.

How did I... There was no time to think. The tiger charged again, but this time, I was ready. My kick landed squarely against its ribs, sending it sprawling.

The tiger lay still, blood pooling beneath it. I staggered, the adrenaline fading as pain and exhaustion took over. My body collapsed, and darkness claimed me.

The Cave

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the cave. My chest was bandaged, and Mike was beside me, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't do that again, Big Bro," he sobbed. "I almost lost you!"

I smiled weakly and ruffled his hair. "Sorry, Mike. But it's my job to protect my little brother."

The Final Day

The next morning, we reached the meeting point. Only 34 of the 76 children remained.

A man appeared, his voice cold and emotionless. "Congratulations on passing the first test. You've proven your survival instincts. Rest today. The next test begins tomorrow."

As we were escorted back to the building, I glanced at Mike. His small hand clutched mine tightly.

Whatever comes next, I'll protect him.

The End