"Junk, trash, junk, junk. Oh look! More junk!"
Davon was still walking amongst the waste, he's been on the go only for a couple of days but he felt lonelier than ever. The village was gone, the villagers disappeared, all he had left was his sword, hunting spear and a toolbox. Luckily he managed to catch something so he wasn't really starving.
"What's this? Oh what a surprise! Junk!"
Who could've thought that walking on a relatively unknown planet could be so boring. All he wanted to do was to find the small hospitable race that took him in and saved his life, but they were gone. He had been walking towards the same direction for all this time, the direction that the note showed, but there seemed to be nothing this way.
"I guess I'll never find them again… There must be more villages around here though. I'd better find one soon because every night I risk getting attacked by some predator."
Davon took out what he called his "Water-Maker" and poured water out of it into a bottle. It was quite a clever thing actually, he learned it from the villagers. It basically took advantage of the fact that the plants on this planet absorbed only clean water with their roots and left the pollutants in the soil. The water that evaporates form the leaves however, is clean and drinkable. All davon had to do was find some water, no matter how dirty, put it in the container with the plant, and the Water-Maker would just collect the evaporated water in a different smaller container, which could then be poured out.
He put the Water-Maker back in his hunting sack and took a sip of the clean water.
There was a small hill up ahead, which he started climbing, his breath getting heavy after each step, from the steepness and the weight on his bag. Davon reached the top of the small hill and stopped to catch his breath, his hands on his knees, leaning forward. When his heart and breathing slowed a bit, he took a deep breath and took a step forward but freaked out and stepped backwards, tripping in the trash and falling. In fact, there was a creature he never saw before in front of him, not even that far, a maximum of 6 metres away. It had tentacles and a tough-looking leathery skin.
The creature was surprisingly quiet, not making any sound. Davon noticed that one of the creature's tentacles was stuck in something.
The creature seemed to be trapped anyways, so Davon thought he could easily just run away if something happened. He slowly stood up, very slowly.
"C'mon big boy, I'm not going to hurt you, I'll just have a look."
He reached out towards the creature, and took his first step towards it. He was kind of scared.
After having walked a couple of metres, Davon took the bag off of his shoulder and took out some food and the toolbox. He threw the food in front of the creature, or at least what he thought the front was. Now that he was closer, he could see the trapped tentacle better.
"You seem to have gotten hurt pretty bad. Maybe you even broke your bone. Don't worry though" Davon got closer and closer, saying soothing words and making slow movements, and he finally got very close to it. He put his toolbox on the ground and kneeled next to the trap.
"Let's make this quick before the ones who put this here come back. I wouldn't want them to think I'm a thief." Davon quickly unscrewed some parts of the traps and freed the tentacle from the trap.
"Aren't you going to thank me now?"
With that he picked up his bag again and set off again, feeling better about himself.