buck

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As he walked, branches snapped and leaves rustled, setting him on edge. The wind blew his hood off of him, and he angrily pulled it back up.

The moon was full, and the sky was cloudy. His path ahead of him was illuminated, which helped him get over the big branches, but he still tripped in a small hole.

'God fucking dammit that asshole.'

He knew without looking his ankle was swollen, and he wouldn't be able to walk. Even still, he stood up and continued forward, screaming quietly through clenched teeth.

'That fucker is gonna pay.'

He came upon an area where the trees were more spread out, and he knew it was the right place.

When he found what seemed to be a perfect spot, he started digging.


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