Moving On

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*BANG*  The gunshot rang through the forest like a sickening church bell. I shot the bastard who killed my friend.

*BANG*  The gunshot rang through my head. I didn't look. I couldn't look. I shot my best friend. I know it was out of mercy, but it didn't feel right.

I sat there for 3 hours just thinking why? Why did this happen to us?  Why me? Why her? Why counterlake?

After I got done feeling sorry for myself, I got up and got a shovel out the shed to start digging. It was late afternoon by the time I finished digging Jess's grave,putting her in, then shoveling her in and had a little memorial for her.

I walked slowly to the house and contemplated my next move.  It was only me now and I had to be severly cautious. Back in my room, I finished packing and took it downstairs by the door. I went over to the map and planned out my direction. It seemed like a good idea to go south. I don't know why I felt like I had to go to that  particular area. Something about it just drew me.

I started to take the thumbtacks out of the wall, roll up my map, and put it in the side of my book bag. I grabbed my bag and headed out to find the next home base.

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"It's  getting cold, I thought, I need to find a place to sleep". I had been walking for hours and nightfall was approaching fast on me. I managed to get halfway out to my destination undiscovered thankfully.

I soon came across a clearing in the woods. All looked as normal as a clearing in the woods would look like. But as I walked further I came across a car whose hood was smashed into a tree. I quickly grabbed my gun and pointed it at the vehicle. Circling around the car, I opened each of the doors, my  hand steady on the trigger anticipating something to jump out. Nothing did. It was all clear. But I still couldn't help but wonder what happened to the person or people who were in this car.

GRRRRRRRRRRRR , growled my stomach. I couldn't think about that right now I had to catch dinner.

I dropped everything in the car except for my knife and gun and then walked into the woods. I haven't seen a lot animals around but I did see some birds. I kept walking until I finally saw one sitting on a branch pruning its feathers. I crouched low, and started walking slowly towards the bird. Slowly, carefully I lifted my gun, pointed, aimed and pulled the trigger. Bang, the birds lifeless body fell to the ground. I ran and picked it up and walked back to the car.

When I got to the car I put the bird down and started to call Jess so she can make the fire but then I remembered she's gone and I'm alone. I tried to remember how she made one. I realized I relied on her for so many things when I  should've learned them myself.

I suddenly remembered how she did it. I went and grabbed some twigs, three sticks, dried grass, and shredded tree bark. Then I made a tinder bundle, rubbed two sticks together and made a fire. Finally I skinned the bird, put it on the third stick, and cooked it. I climbed in the car and ate the bird looking at the stars. I slowly drifted to sleep.

THUD!  THUD! THUD!

I instantly woke up with my gun in my hand. The first thing I notice is it's the crack of dawn and I can't see anything. I reached in my bag and grabbed my flash light to see what that noise was.





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