A Man With One Winchester, and Two Bullets

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I awoke, fragments of thoughts began to swarm my brain, and I remembered the man jumping into my shelter, then eating poison and dying. If I was suppose to kill every one, why did the scientist install them in these men...? He was hiding something, and expecting me to expose it if I escape. And how would I escape? I could maybe kill every one, but I wouldn't be free. I need to go too the edge of the facility, and see a way out if possibly.

I got up, ate some of the dry meat and biscuits I got from the man, destroyed my shelter & tracks, then set off.

I saw many loblolly pines, all were around me. Beside from loblolly, there was hundreds and hundreds of long leaf pines. As I walked, concealing my tracks and enjoyed the trees, a brown thrasher was flying around fifty feet ahead where many dead trees were, that was Georgia's state bird, and all these trees were in Georgia, too. Could I be in the U.S.? I thought about this as I walked into the small area of dead & burnt trees, probably burnt from a fire. Even though it was Geriogas state bird, that didn't mean I was in Georgia,

I heard a trip, then a man rolled in front of me. I jumped forward, trying to get my foot at his throat. He rolled out of the way, unsheathed his saxe knife and threw it at me. I dodged it by an inch, then swiftly ran forward and pinned him down. Once he was down, I pushed my foot to his throat, then asked, "Where am I?", my tone was rough and cracked from my parch mouth.

"Georgia", he said, and I let out a grim grin at his high voice.

He so easily told me without hesitation, why? After a minute of thinking, I answered "Where is a route out?", I knew he wouldn't tell, but, doesn't hurt to ask? Hehehe...

He eventually answered saying, "That I cannot say," his high voice pitching through the soft, cold air, "but, head North-East and you'll hit a camp, maybe you'll find some help there." He giggled at the end.

I noticed the small Belgian Frontier Army on his side, the model number I didn't know, but if I recall their from the 1880's. People sell them as antiques, yet these people were actually using them as if new. "Hmm... I must head there, thank you for your time" I answered smoothly.

"Now, must you kill me?" He asked, trying as hard as he could to be humorous, but the crack of fear hinted at his reply.

"I do not know what I shall do," I began, "yet the intent of death does not linger well on my soul." Death & killing had never 'Lingered unwell' on my soul before, but after chatting with the Guild Master my thoughts of killing a man had changed.

As my foot rest on his throat, and my mind thought, he swiftly rolled his neck from under my foot then reached for his gun on his waist then pulling up his gun, he shot at me. He didn't aim well, so I dodged with ease, then swiftly pulling the safe knife out of the ground I rushed forward and sliced, not trying to kill. But he got another shot in, in fact, he began shooting randomly and fast, I got hit on my arm once, but in the end I successfully drove my knife into his neck.

This is what I did not want; death. But, I had to, I had to kill if I wanted out, I must kill if I wanted out.

I then took his holster for his saxe knife and Belgian Frontier gun, sheathed the knife, place the gun in the holster, then took his small ration and a couple bandages. I treated the wound, and cut some thongs from his pack for more bandages. I checked if he had a fake tooth, and he did not. I then hid the body, and started on a compass. I filled a big leaf with water then placed a small leaf in the center. Then, I cut off a magnetic piece on his back-pack, took a small paper-clip and rubbed the magnet on the small clip to magnify it. I placed the magnified clip on the small leave, and had a compass, or so I thought. I learned this trick from a survival show. I found North, then I had to find North-East, when I found the point I gathered my things and headed in that direction.

After an hour or two, I settled down. With my saxe, I cut and formed long boughs and made a small hut, covered it with leaves and settled down. I shoved a small stone in North-East, and then gathered wood and bark then made a fire, only choosing wood & bark which wouldn't create much smoke. I made some tea which I got from the man's ration, ate some of the can meat, then started on my bow. I was making it as bendy as I could, then made it slick and nice.

As I sat, smoothing and bending my bow when a white-tailed deer stopped in front of me. Should I kill it? I did, and using my new pistol, I shot it right in the head, and it fell. I skinned it, cut the good meat and fat, took its skin, and then set back in my hut.

Now, should I go? Someone may of heard the shot, and would come, but staying here would be nice . . . I chose to stay.

I worked on the skin, making a blanket, for the nights grew cold and having a blanket would help. I picked out the flesh, then cut out a small bendy piece which would work as a bow string until I could get a better one. I remembered the deer laying outside, and I hid it in dead brush which couldn't easily be seen through.

I finally layed down, and thought. I hadn't thought of my grandpa, he had taught me much. He taught me of the forest, of the animals, of survival. He had been a Indian, he had been taught of the forest by his dad, and had at one point lived as a indian. From him I learned of Indian history, of the tribes and how they worked into America's history. I knew much, but I was not a true Indian, I had little blood of an Indianbin me, but I still knew the forest, and could conquer it. Though I have not been conquering it, yet getting my fare from men, so shall I begin conquering it? I must. I must stay out of sight, leave little traces, and only fight if I must.

Then, my mind thought of the man who had stumbled in front of me. He didn't have a fake tooth, yet the other man did. And why did he send me too this camp? A trap? I doubted it. How would the man discuss anything with them in this forest? And why had I so easily followed the direction...? I didn't think twice... None of the matter, I must rest now.