The three Amigos (On Hold)

chapter 1

"WTF" I thought as I lay in my bed wondering why I could not remember coming home from the forest, I mean being a survivalist is fun but sometime you can't remember what the hell I did the day before. Usually what I did is just a blur but today everything I did last night is just not there I just can't remember anything at all. I woke up to the sound of a loud thump. I got out of bed pissed off and hoping a hobo or a bear was at my cabin eating away at the food I collected the other day. I took my handgun and cocked and took a peek outside my window. There were wolves. A whole pack of them. If I act now, they would tear me to pieces. They were about to run off with my food when I shot and killed what looked like the pack's alpha. "Get back over here with my food, bitch." One by one they started rushing at me, each dropping dead one after another. I was just one step ahead of them. A born survivor. By the time I was done mopping the floor with these animals, they had all dropped dead hunting like this had always felt like a sixth sense to me, but I never knew why?