A murder in the mountains

hunting season

shit.

kaka.

mmerda.

 stront.

paska.

merde.

mierda.

I'm the drugged girl. I'm also a stupid girl.

William approached me after the shoe call. he was acing rigid and stiff to begin with and I began to be suspicious, but then... OH BUT THEN! This pompous ass hat decided to slip some benzodiazepine WHICH DIDN'T WORK BY THE WAY! I saw him put the powder into the sauce, and the eggs.

AND ME BEING SO FRIGGIN SMART DECIDED NOT TO EAT THE SAUCE WHIHC LET HIM KNOW I KNEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

long story short now I'm out in the middle of no where surrounded by tress with a cut in my leg the size of my hand. oh and lets not forget the WOLVES CIRCLING AROUND ME RIGHT NOW!!!!

one jumped at my leg and nicked the side causing pain to streak up my thigh. The adrenaline in my veins made the pain subside from its original stance of being a bitch. But adrenaline doesnt even dent the pain of the bite taken out of my torso.

I have no chance of survival in this situation. I RAN THE NUMBERS IN MY HEAD!! 

now of all times is the time I need to use wiki how to find out how to get away from a wolf attack, and I don't even have signal. or phone for that  matter. 

despite being severely un-experienced in this matter I do have common sense. 

so I climbed a tree. and then they left... I wish

no they didn't leave, instead THEY STARTED CLIMBING THE TREE I WAS IN!!! 

"GET YOUR OWN TREE YOU FILTHY TREE STEALER!" lets just say I wasn't in the best position right now to be bargaining with a wild dog.

The wolfs claws dug into the bark, its hind legs reared up.

and three. two. one.

it jumped.

and instead of licking my face, which is what I was preying for (he he ya get it?) it bites my neck and I bleed to death in the dirt.

THE END.