I walking up slowly to the animal. It was some sort of chicken or bird. It was a pretty decent size. I took my knife out of my backpack and was getting it into my hand to throw it. I got a little closer to the weird bird. I stepped on a stick and it flew away.
Damn it
I followed it again. It was next to a large rotted tree. I took a deep breath and threw the knife. It hit it right in the stomach.
"Yes!", I whisper shouted. I went over to grab it. I was walking with a smile on my face. I turned around and looked at the tree. There was a person tied up on the tree. It was obviously rotted, and you could smell rotted flesh. There was a bag over the persons head with tape holding it in place. I stood there standing looking at the body. It was a woman. She looked no older than 20 years old. I felt a hot tear run down my cheek. I wiped it away and started walking. I put the bird in my bag and started walking around, looking for dry wood for a fire.
I found a few pieces of dry wood on the ground and started building a little pit. I put rocks around in a circle. I dropped the heaviest rock on my hand, making me wince in pain. I pulled it off of my hand and continued building. I finished and then I put the wood in the pit.
Now all I need is something to light it with.
I looked around. I saw two black rocks. I rubbed them together and tried to make a spark. A tiny spark came out of the rocks. I smiled a little bit. I kept rubbing them together. More and more sparks flew out. I put the rocks down and got some dead grass and threw it in the pit. I picked up the rocks again and rubbed them together. A few sparks flew into my hand and burned me, but I didn't care. I was finally going to have a fire and something to eat. I kept hitting the rocks together and finally the grass lit on fire.
I got up and got my knife out of my backpack. I cut a long stick off of a tree and cut the bark off of it. I brought it back to my fire.
I picked up the bird and cut it's neck. I flipped it upside down and waited for the blood to drain out. Once it was out, I started plucking the feathers off. My family used to live at a barn when my dad was still alive. He taught us all how to kill chickens, but I never killed them and forgot how. Once I was finished plucking the feathers out, I put the stick through the bird and held it over the fire. A few minutes later, I cut open the chicken to see if it was finished. It was and I let it cool off for a little bit.
Once it was cooled, I pulled it off of the stick and ripped some meat off of the bird. I put all of it in my mouth. It tasted so good. I don't remember when the last time I ate was, so I think that made it taste even better than usual. The sky was starting to darken and the air was getting cooler. I decided to sit next to the fire for a little while. The crackling of the wood kept me awake and I was lost in my own thoughts. I heard something out in the distance. Branches cracking and dead leaves shuffling. It seemed as if something was running toward me.
I looked at the fire. How could I be so stupid? The psychos in the woods could see the smoke! I had to get out of there. I got up, not even bothering to put out the fire, and ran as fast as I could away from the fire.
