An instinct to survive

Chapter Two

My father put his fingure to his lips causing our quiet convosation to an abrupt halt.

I looked ahead to find a lone boar drinking from a stream.

"Dad what do we use, gun or bow?" I whispered quietly placing my pack on the ground without a sound.

"Quiet K, you'll scare it away! And gun, it's less painful for the animal." he informed taking out his rifle.

He reloaded his gun and making the satisfactuary *click* as he did so.

"Here you have a shot, eh." he handed me his rifle smiling.

"Are you sure, if I miss we wont-"

"Kiara, you'll be fine." he interrupted.

I took a deep breath and aligned the boar with the tip of my rifle.

As I let go of my breath I let go of the trigger.

After that, all I remember was my father patting my back saying "well done K, I knew you could do it." and a pig on the leafy ground.

We brought it home in my father's blue Ute back to mum and Lilly, which they helped skin and gut and we shared it with our neighbours.

Suddenly I was snapped back to reality when I fell face first into the leafy undergrowth.

I tripped on a fucking root, I thought that only happened in movies and weird Wattpad stories!
"Hey. woah. are you ok?" He outstretched his arm for me to grab but I snubbed him off.

"I'm Lucas." his mouth curved upwards slightly at the ends but I wouldn't classify it a proper smile.

Out of instinct I grabbed the knife from my pocket and held it to his throat.

I didn't speak but he knew what I wanted.

"Hey, hey I already said I wouldn't hurt you, I just wanna know if your okay, not many girls survived the plague, just come back to base and get cheeked up with me."

I turned around and ran again not giving it another thought.

My backpack loosely drapped over my shoulder.

Once again his footsteps gained closer, the adrenaline I once had was long gone and I was starting to get tired.

He tackled me to the ground, an explosion of leafs covered us like a blanket.

"I asked nicely, sweetheart." he whispered once again reaveling his white teeth.

My face was motionless I just starred into his emerald green eyes.

He stood up and extended a hand once again I declined and stood up by myself.

He took my arm roughly but not so tight that it was hurting.

He marched briskly back down to the cottage as I stumbled after him.

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I was sat down in a wooden chair in the middle of the living room as five strong looking fully grown men surrounding me.

One of them tipped out my backpack to inspect its content, and Lucas took my knife away from me while the other three stood at a distance and watched me.

"So what's you name sweetheart?" Lucas said raising an eyebrow.

I just looked at him, again without emotion.

My father also told me to reveal as little as possibel about yourself.

So that's what I did.

I shifted my gaze to the other four men in the room.