Author's Note: Yes, I know this is short. I might write another one If you guys want it.
After finding a spot for our shelter,I set down the wood, and take out my striker. I kneel, fluffing up the cattails and grass I take my knife, and strike the steel. The sparks fall. Soaking wet and freezing, I hear my group quietly begging for this to work. "It lit!" I exclaim. "Bobby, Billy build a drying rack. Amy, and Abigail, you guys can help me get this fire going.
We get a nice bonfire going in about half an hour. I warm myself quick, the I take off my outer layers, placing them on the drying rack above the fire. I go out about two hundred yards, looking for wood. I do not take my light, and I scan the ground, not finding much. A few twiggs here and there, but no fuel logs. I trip over something. My eyes ajust to the dim light, and I look down. On the ground, I see the full skeleton of a deer. It looks to have some flesh still on it, and missing chunks of bone. "Must be something a hunter shot and couldn't find," I say, and not give it a second thought. I take what I have back to our fire, and put it with the rest.
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The Need for Survival
AksiThis is my first attempt at writing Anything outside of school. In this story, Richard and his friends are taken on a very challenging journey.What starts out as a regular campout, becomes a struggle for survival.
