I pulled the string with the arrow between my fingers. The bow in my opposite hand, "steady" I focused at the deer that was standing a meter or two away from me, just eating the green blanket that rested on the ground. "Don't move" I took a deep breath, when I exhaled I fired the arrow, flying through the air, it hit the deer in the neck causing blood to spill out of the veins.
I straightened my back and stood up straight. Looking at my dinner that I will feast on tonight and all day tomorrow. I felt a small bit of hope, realizing that not everything in the world is bad. I walked over to my prey, it was twitching. My eyes fell upon the deer, poor thing.
I knelt down on one knee whilst getting out my hunters knife. I lifted it up near the neck. "One dies to save another, I'm sorry" I pierced its thick fury skin with my knife, the deer stopped abruptly, this is the worst part of surviving. Killing an animal that doesn't deserve to be killed and eaten.
I stood up and gathered the essentials to build a fire, to cook the deer but mostly to keep me warm for the night which was coming quickly. I gathered wood and a bit of dry grass and lit it with a match that I found in a house a few days ago. The fire grew quickly so I cut the deer and placed it on the fire. While it cooked I wrapped string around the trees that surrounded me. I grabbed the empty cans of beans from my bag and attached them to the string, I placed about 2 pebbles in each so if a walker walked through the string I would hear it and wake up.
I looked up and decided not to make a small roof because trees already covered my head.
The fire cracked and I watched the sparks fly up into the air, a few more minutes and the deer must be done. I fixed my lases of my boots making them more secure and tighter. I went through my bag and took out my pen and my notebook to write what I have and how long it will last me, and what I need and where I could find it.
What I have;
3 cans of beans (3 days)
4 bottles of water (2 days but river a few minutes away)
Drawing of me, Rick, Lori, Carol, Sophia and Carl.
Matches
Lighter
Hair bobbins
Hat
Gloves
Lock pic
Hand gun that Rick gave me
Another pocket knife
Fork&knife
What I need
More canned food
More water
A few more lock pics
New clothes
The deer was cooked, so I got out a fork from my bag and stuck it into the tender meat. I devoured it like it was the only thing I ate I'm months. The hot foot heated my stomach making me feel very sleepy.
I got my gun, and held it in my hand, I then got my bag and placed it underneath my head. My hip sighed into the ground so I turned onto my back, I looked up at the sky. Scared for my life in case I don't hear walkers coming into my small camp.
Before I knew it my eyes went heavy and I was greeted into a deep sleep.
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