Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

Turkey Hunt

Imagine: You go on a turkey hunt with Erik and it goes wrong

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You're a black girl and a hiker with incredible stamina and a love for the great outdoors. Born and raised in the south, you know your guns. You were raised riding 4-wheelers and on the back of pick-up trucks. You've been hunting rabbit and deer since you could walk.

On the flipside, your California-born partner Erik learned about guns through his gang and military involvement. He's a US Navy veteran who has been a shooter since he was young for different reasons but y'all leave that past in the past. Right now, you share a love for the great outdoors, hiking, and hunting.

Since it's November and nearly Thanksgiving, the two of you decide to go on a turkey hunt.. The intent being wholesome holiday fun. You both plan to take this turkey home, clean it, dress it, and deep fry it.

So here you both are, you've got your hunting licenses and there's a place in Tidewater that does fall turkey hunting. There's a lot of forestry and acres. Tons of space of run and chase these turkeys. Lots of wild turkeys to find and time to do it...

The only drawback is that it's really redneck and everyone out there is some type of Trump supporting hick. It's pretty obvious they dont want you and Erik there though they don't say the words. Part of you worries for your safety out there in the forest with the cover of trees and rednecks with guns.. but you and Erik don't scare easy and you both came out to have some fun in nature, hunting. So screw 'em.
You both get your shotguns and your rounds, your tent and your boots, your packs and everything else you might need. You head out there in Tidewater, hiking through the woods together to track some wild turkeys through the woods.

Once it seems that the other hunters in the woods are staying away from you both and you're not in each other's way.. You're safe.. Your competitive natures spark up and you decide to make the turkey hunt a competition. Maybe you'll kill two turkeys and roast one.. fry the other.

The two of you split up.

You've got your eye on this big juicy looking puffed up turkey that's in your sights but a loud agonizing yell distracts you and the turkey spooks, getting away.

You're pissed but now you're wondering who that was out there yelling and scaring away the turkeys! You start walking through the forest and catch a glimpse of a few turkeys but they're quick and you don't aim quick enough to safely hit one.
Then you hear a high pitched scream and it sounds like a lady is screaming bloody murder like something bad happened over there, far in the distance.

Now you're concerned and thinking about retreating back through the woods in search of safety. You also want to find Erik and get out of there.

There's a third scream and a fourth yell.

You're running now, steady with your shotgun up and alert, hyper-aware of every sound and every crack of wood. Every rustling of leaves is a threat.

You point your shotgun every time you hear something. Then you trip over something on the ground and nearly fall. It's a fresh body, some redneck who has just been shot and his blood is on the leaves. He's not dead, but he's got minutes. He's not gonna make it. He can't even talk. You don't scream or stay, you keep moving. Now you really gotta find Erik and get out of there.

You hear the sound of a shot in the distance and switch directions for another way to get back to where y'all originally started hiking.

You trip over another dying body and she grabs your leg but you shake her off and stop her ass.

Then you see Erik through the trees and he has his gun up and aimed at you until you yell his name out. It's like he wakes up out of a stupor and looks around remembering where he is and what he's there for. He lowers the shotgun a d walks toward you.

"Shit," he mumbles, looking at the body in the dirt. "Flashback.. Iraq..," he looks up confused. "We're not in Iraq..."

"Gah-dammit Erik," you sigh pulling him along. "Let's just go before a lynch mob comes after us. Did you at least hit a turkey before you kirked out?"

"You know I don't really remember?"

"Well here," you lift his gun back up. There's one right down that hill. Kill it so we can go."

You watch him aim but instead of hitting the turkey, he hits another figure in the trees that you hadn't seen. It's a person and they drop in the distance. You rub down your face in frustration and trails the turkey with the barrel of the gun as it takes off, shooting it.

"Go get the damn Turkey," you point aggressively watching his run and slide purposely down the hill to get the bird. He stands over the person's dead body and shoots it once more like a double tap and while you stomp whisper-yelling for him to bring his ass on.

He jogs up the hill with the dead turkey and puts his free arm around your shoulders leading you from the forest. Meanwhile you're still pissed.

"Another flashback?" You glare at him and he nods.

"It's something about being out here that triggers my PTSD. I keep clicking out."

You don't mention it but you remember he aimed that shotgun at you too and if you hadn't spotted him you'd have been dead too.

"Do I have to worry about you," you ask, but he frowns and shakes his head and you just focus on getting out of the woods.