The Survivors

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I pulled my hair into a bun and tied it with a string I found in these woods yesterday. Ratty, wavy strands of champagne-colored hair fell into my face but I pushed them back. I climbed the nearest tree, an old charred cedar that should hold my weight. I was still cautious when pressing my brown leather boots against the frail-looking branches. 

I pulled a knife out of my bag and started to carve my and Braden's names into the bark. Seconds after carving the heart surrounding our names, I heard a snap and a sharp intake of breath. I hopped out of the tree to see who was there. My landing was a bit wobbly and leaves lazily lifted and settled back down calmly.

I saw a boy, no older than me, with his foot caught in my rope traps. I always design them so they down kill them, but catch them. I always assess my game before killing it, to see if it was large enough to eat without surpassing strict game laws. No use kiiling an animal when it can just as easily live. 

I couldn't help but laugh, watching the buy squirm as his foot was caught in rope. I took my knife and cut him free, a little stewed about having to destroy a perfectly fine rope on a boy. I helped him up, just now realizing how tall he is. Or, more like, how short I am.

"Two questions. One: who are you? Two: what are you doing here?" I asked, curling up the cut rope and stuffing it under a log.

He started to help me. "I'm Harrison. I hunt here, and I didn't know you were here. Who are you?"

I stood up and looked into his brown eyes. "I'm Maeve. I live about a kilometer that way." I pointed towards my house.

He nods. "I'm in the opposite direction."

We start to wander in no particular direction. "You're a good trapper," he says, breaking the silence.

"Thanks. How do you hunt?"

Harrison shrugged one shoulder, an action that tossed a shotgun slung over his shoulder forward. "I've been shooting since I could walk."

"Me too. Doesn't mean I'm good by any means..."

A loud snap was heard in the distance. Harrison and I whirled around and started running towards the trap I'd set that snapped. 

We reached it to see a large rabbit with one of its hind legs tied. I almost smile at how similar his movements are to Harrison's moments ago.

Harrison started to grab his shotgun, but I held up a hand. "Don't shoot him, you'd lose 90% of his meat."

I pulled my multi-use knife and slit its throat. It made no noise as its life left his white body. I cut off his head and pulled the rope off his leg. I skinned him as Harrison climbed a young oak and sat on one of the low branches. I picked up the bloody body and started home.

Harrison followed. "Coming with me?" I asked with a smirk.

He stopped in his tracks as if he got caught again. "If you want me to, uh I'll--"

I laughed. "You're fine."

We kept walking in silence.

As I approached the cabin, I tried again at conversation. "So don't you need to be home soon?" It was at least seven at night.

He looked at the ground. "No one's there for me, so I have my own curfew."

My eyes widen. Real smooth, Maeve. The poor boy's parents are dead. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know--"