Its been a month since this started. I got out of Atlanta and now I'm in the forest literately behind that hell of a city. I had to camp up in a tree a couple nights but I can't complain, high ground right now is safe.
I found a bow in an old tent and right now I'm trying to hunt down a deer, a girls gotta eat. I pull the bow back and let the arrow fly through its stomatch. I curse at myself hoping nothing punctured inside, but climb down the tree anyways.
"Climb down slowly or you'll get an arrow in the ass." Someone says. I slowly climbed down the tree. When I got to the ground I wasn't greeted by whoever said something. I walked over to the deer kneeld down and put my hand on the arrow.
"Don't move." The voice said again and this time I felt something sharp on my neck. I pulled the arrow out and slowly stood.
"You have balls girl." The voice said. I turned and all of a sudden the sharp object fell from my neck.
"You've gotta be shitting me." They says
"Little Dixon." I say smirking
