Stranded

Surviving is a hard job

Authors note: :|

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(Autumn's POV)

I lugged my arrows on my back as Luke stopped.

"What?" I asked.

"Deer ahead." He said quietly. He squatted down and I did the same. He lifted the gun onto his shoulder and looked over the top. I waited as his finger slid onto the trigger. I didn't see the deer, but I guess Luke did. His finger flexed on the trigger and the loud sound caused me to cover my ears.

"Got it." He said standing up. I pushed myself off the ground. He was about to walk when I grabbed his arm.

"Why go after it, when Codie can?" I said. Luke nodded. I whistled and Codie came leaping over the logs and bushes and in the direction were Luke shot the deer. Luke crossed his arms over his chest.

"How long does it take for a large dog like him to get a small deer." Luke asked impatiently.

"Wait, he's coming." I said. As on que, the bushes rustled and there Codie was, dragging along a 100 pound deer. I smirked at Luke and bent down to pet Codie's head. He carried the deer by its hind legs. He dropped them and his tongue dropped.

"Good boy." I smiled.

"I guess dinner is served." Luke said smiling.

"Not quite yet." I said standing up.

"What else do we need?" He asked. I walked a little to the left and started forward. I pulled an arrow from my back and set it on the bow string. I stopped, raised the bow and pulled the string back. I aimed for a bunch of apples on a tree. I pulled back on the string until it couldn't anymore. One last check, I slipped my fingers off the string and the arrow shot from my bow. It hit the apple branch perfectly, and it fell to the ground. I walked over and pulled the arrow from the apple and stuck it with the rest. I picked up both the apples and returned to Luke, who was sitting with Codie, skinning the deer. I set the apples down and sat.

"Desert." I said. Luke took out a knife that miraculously appeared in his pocket. He started skinning it, and I couldn't watch. I got up and walked over to a small stream. No way I am eating that. I looked down into the surprisingly deep water, and brought an arrow onto my bow. I have no idea what month it is, but I guess its salmon season. I drew the arrow back on the string and aimed. I carefully moved around, looking for a reasonable sized fish. All of a sudden, there wasn't any. I moved my arm and it stung. Oh right, the branch got me. I kept the bow drawn, and looked for the fish. The pain got worse as I looked around. My arms started to shake and finally, a fish started to swim upstream. I used this opportunity to shoot- I got it. I let the bow string fall and my arm felt relief. I let my one arm limp and I walked over to the fish. I picked it up by the end and carried it back to Luke. He successfully skinned the deer.

"I got myself some food." I said motioning to the fish. Luke looked up.

"Yeah. I knew you wouldn't eat this. You damn vegetarians." Luke joked.

"Share with the dog." I said. Luke shrugged. He turned and stopped.

"Is you're arm okay?" He asked. I looked down at my arm again, my shirt was all bloody.

"I dunno. Lets check." I set my bow down and pulled my sleeve down from my shoulder. I did it slowly and lifted it off my arm. There was a gash about 3 inches long and a couple centimetres deep.

"Oh damn." Luke looked over at me.

"Yeah. What do we do now?" I asked putting my sleeve up.

"Well, we don't want you to bleed to death so, we have to find a bandage of some sort." Luke said. I nodded. He got up and walked over to the stream and washed his bloody hands. I tried to think of my nature classes and search my mental files. Sure, I don't remember much from the crash.