Hunter-Target

I heard the popping behind me and the impacts of each shot all around me. Running with her was easy; she knew the best places to hide. We are the hunted, both of us ran out of ammo yesterday; little did I know of the danger that waited in the darkened crevice cave she crawled into, still if she felt it safe than it must be.

We held our breath as our hunter crept by, his tactical gear showing no signs of being tagged. We listened to his fading footsteps before deciding to come out.

"We're safe right? Like you said?" I whispered.

"No, I said we were safer, not safe." She answered, "There is no safe until the other side is down." She added.

"It won't be easy to disarm them." I noted, "We have to start planning on tracking them." I said, creeping out to the exit of the small cave.

"We'll make camp here tonight. In the morning we'll do the chasing." She said with a smile.

That night was cool but not cold thank goodness, no fire needed tonight. I was actually able to sleep; first time in days. There was only one problem, when I woke in the morning, we were surrounded, and I knew we had lost. I looked at her to thank her for helping to keep me alive the whole time, but I saw her standing there watching me.

"What's going on?" I asked, confused.

"You are one tough cookie to track." She replied. One of the guys in the gear handed her a small weapon. "I thought that if I pretended to be a target too, I could lore you here for the win." She said.

"I trusted you!" I stated feeling betrayed.

"Well, you can't exactly blame me, can you?" She said, "It was your mistake."

She raised the small gun, but the pop & shock had her falling to her knees. The others went on high alert, but it was too late; five more pops and the others hit the ground. I stood and looked around, all the people wearing gear all had head shots painted in hot pink.

I turn to the girl, my sister, my best friend and gave her my hand.

"Gotchya!" I smiled and laughed as the howling of my team came barreling over and the geared boys cursed and laughed at how well they had been played.

I love this time of year; no family reunion has never been better orchestrated. All the kids and dads split into two groups while most of the ladies and mothers played referee and kept tally in the best, most epic game of Family Paintball War.