Chapter 4 – Metal Stick
Kyle started to descend the hill.
He had no idea where he was, but there was no reason to just stay here.
"Fucking!" Kyle shouted as he stepped on something that immediately slid away, making him almost fall over.
He heard the thing he stepped on roll down the hill for a little while before stopping.
"Seriously?" he shouted in annoyance. "I just fucking got here, and I almost immediately ate shit!"
"Fucking hikers," he mumbled as he walked to the thing he stepped on. "Masochists, I tell you! Why do people do this voluntarily?"
Kyle reached the thing and looked at it.
"Huh," he said. "No wonder it didn't feel like a stone."
Kyle grabbed the grey object and moved it around in his hands.
"It's a helmet," he muttered.
Sure enough, Kyle held a grey helmet made of metal in his hand.