Apocalypse Orphans

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6 months into the woods after seeing that Atlanta was a bust.

We had a decent routine. Of a morning we would go hunting for food, cook the food, eat the food and do as much exercise as we can.

We stay in one place for as long as possible. If we need to move then we do, but if not then we don't bother.

Today was like any other day, until I got shot in the leg with an arrow that didn't belong to me. I know that because mine don't have green and white tail feathers.

You see, I was out hunting dinner for me and Jay, my brother, he wasn't really my brother but we were close enough, and shot down a rabbit and when I went to pick it up, an arrow pierced my lower leg, making me let out an involuntary scream of pain and drop to my knee.

I heard rustling coming from behind me, so I turned around my crossbow in hand and pointed it at where the sound was coming from.

Out of the bushes came a hick, with short brown hair, little bit of scruff, flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off and he was carrying a crossbow with arrows with green and white tail feathers.

"Don't move asshole." I demanded trying to hide the pain in my voice and face, whilst aiming my bow at his head.

He saw me and aimed his bow at me, but then realized I had one off his arrows sticking out of my leg and lowered it, understanding why I was being hostile.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya kid. Put the bow down." He said putting his hands in front of him.

That was the wrong thing to say. "That before or after you shoot me with an arrow?" I counter.

"I was aiming for the cottontail." he grunted.

"You mean the cottontail that was dead for at least 30 seconds before you shot me?" I ask in a smart ass tone.

"Look kid, I'm in a group. There's a doctor that can help you there." He said stepping closer and I harden my stare making him stop.

"I can help myself." I growl at him.

I decide he wasn't going to hurt me and I placed my bow on the ground next to me and pulled out my knife and cut off my sleeves. I used the cut off sleeves and bound my wound leaving the arrow in.

The Hick watched me, as I did this, with an unreadable expression. I picked my bow up again and held it with one hand while the other used the tree to help pull myself up.

"If you follow me, I will shoot you." I warn the Hick, before hobbling off to the direction to mine and Jay's camp.

I knew the Hick was following me but I couldn't see him to shoot him, so I kept limping towards our camp. When I got there Jay, my 5'7" tall, blonde, tan, brown eyed, brother, was cleaning a rifle like it was a normal day, until he looked up.

"What the hell happened?" He exclaimed standing up and rushing over to me.

"No time. Grab a shotgun and shoot any hicks that show up" I order him waving off his help.

He hands me the first aid kit and picks up his shotgun and aims it ready at the direction I came back in. I open the first aid kit and look for the stitching supplies but don't find any.

"Shit!" I exclaim throwing the useless first aid kit to the ground.

Just as I did that The Hick made himself known by stepping on a stick. And Jay pointed the shotgun at him and he raised his hands in surrender.

Jay looked at him like he knew him from somewhere but couldn't remember where from. I pointed my bow at him.

"Leave." I ordered him a hard look on my face.