↠Silent, But Deadly↞

↠WhatAWarmWelcome ↞

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December 31th, 2016//Edited

Episode 01x03 "Tell it to the Frogs"

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Chapter 2:  ↠  What a Warm Welcome↞

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Ever so often did we see a Lurker come forward, or crawling on the beaten path. But once I had taken out one, I noticed a few tracks within the bushes beside me. Whistling to him, I pointed to the tracks as I take my knife from the implied skull of the dead women before me.

I didn't feel any pain, because they were already dead. Not living, not breathing. Not like my poor helpless sister.

He took lead once more, seeing as he does have the only working weapon. I on the other hand looked to see if it could have taken another way, keeping my distance so to speak. Or rather, try and find a way to leave this man.

He wouldn't hurt me or he would have done so already. Not like I was any use to him, one squirrel cannot do him any good. Along with whatever nerves I had hit during my non cooperation in the first moments of meeting.

But soon, he huffed forward. Making a noise appealing to a deer, and like I had pointed out earlier. We were on the right path, or a very large live piece of venison stood before him and I. And the bush. But once the shot had fired, we knew full well that this wouldn't be an easy kill. Nothing is easy any more.

Running full speed towards the target, he both loaded and shotted another. Switching glances between both me and the target, if he truly thinks I am leaving without a piece or a bite of venison. He is surely mistaken.

Until we hear a final sound that the animal has been taken down, seeing it through the clear, the man took a silent victory to himself before recovering from his crouched position.

"I wouldn't recommend eating this raw."

I huffed out a chuckle, and his head darted my way. The first instinct of hearing a noise would be to look in the direction of the source. And since he has only taken me as a silent women, I guess it would be pretty shocking the first thing he hears from me is a rusty chuckle. If it could be even described like that.

Our stare with one another continued until a fait growl was heard in the direction of our kill. Another sprint towards our prize was worth it, until a scream came from the other direction. More than one Lurker?

Uncovered by the bushes am I greeted by the light of the shining sun before me, already burning away at my clear and open skin. Until my eyes adjusted did I see a Lurker's head separated from the body, and beside it.

Our deer.

To my left do I see all sorts of weapons pointed on over, barely seconds into meeting new people am I introduced to this array of pitchforks, axes and a shotgun.

"Son of a bitch. That's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this...Filthy, diseased-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!"

Within each sort of curse word, did he kick the silenced Lurker further into the dirt beneath it. We had spent countless hours tracking this damn thing, only to be eaten raw by a mindless being.

"Calm down son, that's not helping."
Another man placed himself within the conversation, but the man holding the shotgun never looked beyond me. His eyes were cold, daring, and most of all frightening.

"What do you know about it old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'on golden pond?' I've...We've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison."