Hunter

Chapter 1

Hayden trudged out of the forest with his bow slung across his back. He wore a tan, goat skin coat. It is winter, light amounts of snow are littered across the grass and ground. Hayden has a long, lush brown ponytail which hangs down his back almost touching his butt.

A few strands of bangs, hang down over his face touching his nose. He looked at the ground, watching his step, he had just skinned himself new boar skin boots."Hayden!! You coming to training in half an hour?"

His friend Antoine said."I'll be a little late."Hayden responded in an upbeat tone."dude, you've been seeing that old coot every day!"he whined in his strong Mexican accent. Both Hayden and Antoine are 17.

"Whatever man."Hayden replied. Then they parted ways when they got in town. The town is a cluster of rickety shacks made of nailed together boards. Hayden walked up a hill at the peak of the town.

A shack stood alone at the top of the hill away from the rest of town. As Hayden walked up the hill, he unzipped his backpack and began retrieving the groceries that he picked up for old man Grey.

Hayden always ran errands for him as he was 72 years old. He was the founder of the town, meaning to lead a revolution against the black skull industry. Then,25 years ago, the town converged with them and joined they're empire to acquire more supplies when the town's resources was failing.

Hayden stopped once he reached the door of the old rickety shack. He turned his trusty backpack around and fumbled around for the card key. All of the houses looked old at first glance, but one thing that the black skulls had done for them was install some accelerated technology.

Hayden raised the card to his face and smiled. He then put his pack back on his back and swiped card, making a beep, then he heard the sound of a lock, clicking. Hayden opened the door, it creaked extremely loudly."eh? Is that you Hayden?"an old voice called, with an Indistinguishable, weathered away accent.

"Yeah, its me."Hayden called back, and shut the door. He took his pack off and set it down on a small table by the door, next to a flower pot. The flower was dead, but clearly still being watered.

Hayden took a small grocery bag filled with a small bit of groceries,out of his bag, then walked into the living room, where the voice had came from.

An old Asian man, slouched in an armchair, next to a table, which held a TV remote, a candy bar wrapper, and an empty soda can. He stared with droopy eyes at an old box TV which held a news channel on the screen.

"You alright, Lee?"Hayden asked. Lee slowly shook his head with a frown, they don't ever report the actual conflict, the shit behind the scenes."he rasped. This is why Hayden spent so much time with him, his knowledge of old world was intriguing, as was his knowledge of the actual conspiracies in the world.

Hayden sat down across from him on a couch, and set down the bag of groceries on a coffee table in-between them.