Why Me? (X-Men fan fiction)

Chapter 4 "Improvicing"

In the shed outside the cabin was an ax, spade, shovel, wheelbarrow, and a little more wood. I decided to fill my wood stock, so I took the ax and got to work. From seven to eleven I was chopping down trees into firewood. At one point I thought maybe I could use my abilities to get the job done in half the time, but I decided against it because of the unstable nature of my mind and my abilities.
The rest of the morning and afternoon consisted of me looking for edible plants around the cabin and into the woods. I ended up finding Clover, Basswood, Sweet Goldenrod, and Chicken Weed, I used the clover to make a tea, and the rest I put into a pot with water to cook down into a broth. While the plants cooked down I took the shot gun and went hunting, it was becoming dark when I went out but I was determined to eat something other than plants and baked beans.
I had been beside a creek for about an hour before I caught a glimpse of anything worth shooting. "Bang!" My shot gun went off, and thank goodness I am a good shot or I would have missed that muskrat. Stupidly I decided to take the entire animal back to the cabin, instead of skinning and gutting it at the creek where I could have washed all that I wasn't going to use, as far away as possible from the cabin.
Once I got back to the cabin I skinned the muskrat making sure not to ruin the pelt, and then I gutted it trying to make sure all the guts were tossed far into the woods. So I had muskrat soup for dinner and sat by the fire, enjoying all of the freedom and solitude.
At about ten thirty I went to bed, but at midnight rustling from outside woke me up. Slowly, I go out of bed. Going into the living room I heard the noise again so I got my rifle and as I was about to load it, I realized the barrel was too dirty for me to shoot it properly, so I walked out of the cabin like an unarmed idiot, and followed the sounds to find what was disturbing my slumber.