Timothy groaned, the feeling of having your blood let by a leech was not pleasant, and not something one wanted to repeat. Being honest with himself, he wasn't totally sure if applying the leeches would help prevent infection, but it was worth a try to him regardless. While he let the leeches work briefly, he used what strength he had to rip off a large piece of his shirt, showing his mostly average, if skinny and broad, physique.
After about a minute at most, he removed the leeches, flicking them off, and his wound's bleeding renewed. He made haste with applying as much pressure as he could to the wounds, wrapping one of the pieces around all of the open part of the wound a few times, making it tight enough to be uncomfortable, but just avoid cutting off circulation. He would need that to heal at some point, he was certain of that, and a lack of bloodflow wouldn't help. Having calmed down, slightly, he noticed a few things.
Firstly, he was hungry, and thirsty, and after being thrown into a life or death situation with that boar, that was rather expected. Second off, it felt rather cold when he had the shirt on, and needing to use it as makeshift bandaging, rendering it unwearable, didn't help. Finally, it was just after midday, so it should have been at the days hottest, and he also seemed to have nighttime encroaching on him rather worrilingly.
He had the water nearby, he just needed to purify it and remove anything hiding in it, he had a full boar to eat, so that could last a day or two, all he needed was fire. Fire to boil the water, cook the boar, and provide light and warmth in the night. He walked around, staying within where he could keep an eye on the boar's corpse, and gathered all the dry twigs and leaves he could making a good few trips. Once gathered, he started a fire using the old two sticks method right between two trees with low branches, feeling slightly uplifted that he remembered how to do so from those scout lessons as a kid.
With the fire started near the boar, he gathered more rocks, and formed a pit around the now decently sized fire so it wouldn't go out of control, and added some twigs to keep it going. He took the broken tusk he still had, and got to work on the boar, trying to skin it best he could with the tusk, but leaving the seperated meat inside the hide, except for the intestines. Timothy still barely knew anything about what was and wasn't safe to eat, and didn't want to risk any kind of disease.
The intestines tossed aside to the forest floor, he took the cleanest leaves aside and set the meat he believed was edible on top, as though a caveman's first cooking counter. He took the tusk, stabbed it into a piece of meat, and began roasting it over the fire, he needed some food, he felt like he could starve almost any time.
The boar was rather tough meat after being cooked, and was extremely lean, with next to no fat. Having eaten a little bit of food to tide him over, he got to work with the tusk on cutting off some of the vines that were hanging to the ground, hoping they weren't poisonous. With the vines and a newfound appreciation of how the boar tusk refused to get duller any time soon, he tied the vines in knots around the branches, two vines to a side.
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Taking the tusk he made four new holes in the boar hide in its corners, or the closest to those. He putthe other end of each vine through the holes, and tied them so the hide would be able to serve as a 'pot' of sorts.
With that out of the way and the fur of the boar now burning off, he was just in time for night time to fall. Laying down, only leaves between him and the ground and facing the fire, he let himself drift into sleep after such a long day.
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An hour after the sun rose, Tim also woke up to the fire on its last legs, and an itching feeling in his wound. He knew that the last thing he should do is itch his wound, and he had more pressing matters at hand regardless, such as the swarm of bugs that resembled some mix between ant and fly eating the meat he left for that day which he elected to call 'Scavaero', as well as some plump maggot-larvae things also enjoying the meal. By the way the two interacted, he'd bet the maggots were the Scavaero's offspring.
His stomach growled, and he felt a pain from it, before mocking himself for his stupidity and looked at the maggots rather carefully, before figuring it would take them a long time to leave the meat and the area. He chided himself once more on realizing that while he had a place to boil water, he had no way to transport it. He took some solace however in that he still managed what he did while hungry, confused, wounded, and exhausted.
Tusk now in hand, he set out to find another one of those boars to hunt, if he could attack first he might be able to kill it quickly before it can cause further wounding. As he walked he observed what he could around him, finding the trees to have nearly no leaves, but more interestingly they upper branches intertwined many times, creating a wooden web out of the forest's canopy.
Timothy's best geuss was a natural death. No other boars in sight, Timothy decided to learn from example, and take the reward in the form of the dead boar. As he approached the boar, he noticed some other bugs already trying to take the boar, but Tim managed to get to it, just in the nick of time. Slinging the Boar over his right shoulder, opposite to his still wounded left leg, he slogged back to his camp of sorts to 'process' the boar there.
The process went mostly the same, except when he saw the lungs, he could see part of one of them wasn't the usual color, but a sickly dark green color. The change from normal coloration to green was quite gradual, the edges blending with the flesh, to the point where the only location that would've been completely dark green was the centers of the patches.
From the white emerged a spindly leg, followed by another, pulling a small, black and dark green body with it, fully revealing a spider with long legs, and a small body and mouth. Upon seeing this Tim got up, and used his still shoe-wearing foot to kick the spider off and step on it quickly, making certain it was dead. Looking into the lung further revealed the same dark green material all throughout it, making a web. 'Lung Lurkers' Time would call those, they certainly earned the name.
He processed this boar the same as the last, without the intestines and also without lungs this time. Putting the meat on some other dry leaves, he started the fire once more, took the skin over to the lake, filled it with water, ad poured the water into the hanging skin so it could boil. Removing the new boar's tusks, he speared it's meat on it, and began cooking his meal for the day. The sun was already beginning to set, and the Scavaero maggot-larvae still hadn't managed to disperse from his campsite yet.
He ate and ate, and managed to finish the Boar after a few hours. He thought he must've just needed more food after these long days, clinging furiously to life in the unfamiliar jungle.