The Amazonians
Chapter 1
It has been three weeks since I woke up in this place. I flew down to Quito, Ecuador for a friend’s wedding, and thought I would explore and hike, and take in some of the beautiful scenery of this part of the world. Then I got lost. Being the arrogant man I am, I figured I could hike these mountains by myself. While I was lost, a storm came and the rain was relentless. I slipped and fell on some rocks, and must have knocked myself out.
When I woke up, it was morning, and I had bandages on my right thigh and around my head. My vision was blurry, but I made out multiple figures wandering around me. They were tall, slender, and caramel-colored. As my sight returned, I saw that they were women. They were all women. Tall, strong, breathtaking warrior women. They brought me water and changed my bandages.
As I wandered in and out of consciousness, some of them cooed gently and stroked my face, reassuring me I would be okay. I began to be able to distinguish their different touches, but they all had a certain level of firmness as they tended to me.