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Chapter 4: The Hunt
I woke up still groggy I made my way to the fire pit rubbing my eyes.
“Good Morning Scar” Nick said handing me a chipped bowl of what can only be described as beige mush
I looked at it strangely
“Oatmeal, wheat with water” He shrugged and smiled sheepishly “Not many options sorry”
I chuckled “I know there aren’t Nick.” I looked at it distastefully, but it would keep me alive.
“It tastes like shit.” Nick said shoving another spoonful into his mouth swallowing and then wincing.
I chuckled. I looked up the day was dark and dreary.
“We going to check the traps and them hunt?” I asked
“Yeah” he said, “ we’ve got no choice. So eat up”
We walked quietly through the underbrush careful not to make a sound. The wind howled through the trees and a crow croaked it eerie caw, the bird sat alone on a tree branch full of beautiful jade leaves. They looked wrong. Far to striking for this demented world.
“Well its clear so far.” Nick said “you take the trap on the right and I’ll take the two on the left.”
I nodded.
“if you get anything take it to camp. Your five minutes away.” He said as Nick took off into a jog his Glock 19- safety off.
I walked in the opposite direction, my Stryker Strykezone 380 crossbow fully loaded in my hands, my Beretta 92FS pistol pointed down in its holder placed on my hip. My fathers hunting knife strapped onto my thigh that’s just begun to get loose,- mentally made a note don’t skip meals when you feel sick- and my throwing knife tied onto the other side of my hip.
I slowly stalked towards the prey It was a deer a fully-grown dear. My mouth watered at the thought of some real meat. It was still alive but was breathing heavily the ropes were wrapped around its front legs and I could see the wild fear in its brown eyes. It made me struggle to kill it. I reached forward and softly pet its head. “It’s okay love,” I muttered stroking it, calming it and knowing perfectly well what had to be done. I took the knife and stabbed it hard all the way in the base of its skull severing the brain stem I quickly cut off the main portions of meat. Its legs right from the hip I skinned it for the cold winter time and even removed its liver- it was high in iron and you couldn’t let it go to waste- the carcass was only bones and entrails. I felt comfortable leaving it there was not enough meat to attract a zombie. For good measure I covered the bones with dirt and leaves I left meat that had rotted beyond to cover the sent of the carcass. I took it back to camp placing it in the cooler bag humming lightly to myself. When something I never expected happened.
“Good Morning Scar” Nick said handing me a chipped bowl of what can only be described as beige mush
I looked at it strangely
“Oatmeal, wheat with water” He shrugged and smiled sheepishly “Not many options sorry”
I chuckled “I know there aren’t Nick.” I looked at it distastefully, but it would keep me alive.
“It tastes like shit.” Nick said shoving another spoonful into his mouth swallowing and then wincing.
I chuckled. I looked up the day was dark and dreary.
“We going to check the traps and them hunt?” I asked
“Yeah” he said, “ we’ve got no choice. So eat up”
We walked quietly through the underbrush careful not to make a sound. The wind howled through the trees and a crow croaked it eerie caw, the bird sat alone on a tree branch full of beautiful jade leaves. They looked wrong. Far to striking for this demented world.
“Well its clear so far.” Nick said “you take the trap on the right and I’ll take the two on the left.”
I nodded.
“if you get anything take it to camp. Your five minutes away.” He said as Nick took off into a jog his Glock 19- safety off.
I walked in the opposite direction, my Stryker Strykezone 380 crossbow fully loaded in my hands, my Beretta 92FS pistol pointed down in its holder placed on my hip. My fathers hunting knife strapped onto my thigh that’s just begun to get loose,- mentally made a note don’t skip meals when you feel sick- and my throwing knife tied onto the other side of my hip.
I slowly stalked towards the prey It was a deer a fully-grown dear. My mouth watered at the thought of some real meat. It was still alive but was breathing heavily the ropes were wrapped around its front legs and I could see the wild fear in its brown eyes. It made me struggle to kill it. I reached forward and softly pet its head. “It’s okay love,” I muttered stroking it, calming it and knowing perfectly well what had to be done. I took the knife and stabbed it hard all the way in the base of its skull severing the brain stem I quickly cut off the main portions of meat. Its legs right from the hip I skinned it for the cold winter time and even removed its liver- it was high in iron and you couldn’t let it go to waste- the carcass was only bones and entrails. I felt comfortable leaving it there was not enough meat to attract a zombie. For good measure I covered the bones with dirt and leaves I left meat that had rotted beyond to cover the sent of the carcass. I took it back to camp placing it in the cooler bag humming lightly to myself. When something I never expected happened.
Notes
Dun dun dunnnnWhat Happened?
stay tuned! I will update tomorrow.
i need to go study for a test -_-
CLIMB ISN A TREE CLIMB FOR UR LIIIIIIIIIFE!!!! DONT LET ENYONE GET BIT NOOOOOO !!! MAYBE HARRY WILL COME BACK WITH A POSSY AND SAVE THEM AGGGHHHH UPDATE SOON SO GOOOOD!!!
2/10/14