A Man With One Winchester, and Two Bullets

Chapter 11

I peered out of the small opening in the cave, and two men rested before the opening.

They had a small fire, and one was cooking rice, most likely from his rations, and the other was watching something.

My hand went to my waist, and I pulled my gun from its holster. I hadn't much bullets left, but, it would work, I would escape, and maybe l'd even join a 'guild'.

I aimed at the one watching something, and shot. BOOM my gun went, and the man fell. The other man, who was holding a pot, quickly dropped it and reached for his gun, but I had already shot.

Killing became easy again, because I must kill, yet I still wish I didn't have to.

I took their supplies, and started at the same direction as I had traveled the day before.

The trail was - though it wasn't really a trail - was nice. Only a few times did I have to get out my saxe knife and cut at branches.

As I walked, I came upon a small hill. At the top ten men were cooking and resting. One was watching guard, and he was the one I must take caution with. For if he saw me, I would surely die.

The hill had no large trees, only a few saplings and shrubs, and was practically naked, making for a good place to rest without getting raided.

I walked by the hill, remaining in the trees, seeing if I should raid it or not. My leg still burned from the shot, but I was going along fine, and it would heal soon. Though, I was worried about my face. The beating I took had left me bloody and my eye swollen. Though I didn't think I had a concussion, I was in bad shaped. It hurt very bad.

I found a couple pieces of wood good for arrows, so I made some.

I paid attention to the hill, watching when they switched guard. After an hour, they did.

I kept making more arrows, for the wood was plentiful, and after a while I set down and took out some deer meat. Looking for bark and wood that wouldn't release much smoke, I made a fire. I cooked the meat and enjoyed it thoroughly.

After two hours of watching and eating, they switched again. In another two hours it would be dark, and that would be when I raid.

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An hour and forty-five minutes past, and it was dark.

Why I had not gone around the hill I do not know, for it would be much more safe, but I decided to raid it and go over it. Maybe the burning energy of fighting and winning made me stay and raid, maybe the long travel made me wish to rest, either way I raid the camp.

I crawled slightly up the hill, staying hidden in the few shrubs. My bow was in hand, preparing for the shot at the guard.

The guard was a fat, stocky man. With hippo-like features. He was walking around the camp in circles. After ten-fifteen minutes of waiting, they switched.

The new man was a tall, hawk-like man. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, which isn't the best outfit to protect yourself.

I crawled up the hill, remaining quite. The man still didn't have his night-vision on, and he couldn't see very well. He was simply standing and staring in a straight line. Which is foolish. The quickest way to began using night-vision is looking around, looking right and left, and began focusing on everything.

Once five yards from the man I knocked an arrow on my bow. It was tough to shoot laying down, but I shot. Phwoop! The arrow flew through the air but missed and crashed into a tent.

The guard jumped up in shock as the arrow hissed by him. He looked around, looking for me, but I already had another arrow knocked on and he fell.

I began crawling up. Once atop the hill, I looked around. One man saw him fall and began walking over. I took out my saxe and knifed him. He fell, too.

Everyone else was in the tents, but bags and supplies rested on the ground. I took a log from the stack of wood and set it aflame, then touching the entrance to a tent with it, started a fire. I began lighting the tents on fire, throwing flaming wood at it, and all began burning down.

Suddenly a man jumped out. He had his gun in hand and shot my shoulder, but I got my gun out and shot him in the neck.

Two more men escaped the fire, and I caught a glimpse of one of them, it was Nicholas.