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Chapter Fourteen

          Three days straight we went without anything to consume into our guts. It brought raw cramps to my stomach and back spine, causing my emptiness to rumble. Those days of hunting - we found nothing, not a single animal or fruit berry from the trees, and bushes.

         After midday, we split up into three, Clovis headed out to find wood for the fire at the campsite, Oggy went down to the water stream to get water, and I wandered throughout the woodland searching for meat to shoot. Hiking down a narrow trail, I climbed over a few logs, and paused to a clear open valley - it was graceful for my dark eyes, the lush grass bloomed along with the tall stern trees that swayed back and fro.

        I suddenly realized there stood a full grown elk standing far from the valley, it's big antlers are what made me seem to notice it. I proceeded closer to the elk, hiding cautiously in the bush, I sprawled out onto my stomach flat - pointing my AKM directly at the animal's skull. I lifted the hatch, then pulled the trigger, in a instant the elk lowered into the grass, red gore oozed from the back of it's skull rapidly.

       I was relieved that I finally found what I needed for the three of us back at camp, if nothing found - we've would've been starved that death could've been below our feet. I crawled closer over to the deceased elk, quickly taking out my cutter from my back pocket. I began to skin the elk's fur, putting it aside. After a few brief moments of gutting out the animal - my palms were painted red, speaking of the animal, it's inner belly certainly was greatly flushed hot, the muddy red ooze nearly caused me to gag, luckily I got through to handle it.

      I carefully settled the body parts into a pouch I brought along with me, nearly choking as it mushed around in the pouch as I began to roam off. Bushes crackled behind me, I paused, slightly turning my collar back to a small number of outrageous four-legged coated animals. They snarled viciously, showing off their yellow stained fangs in the sober soft sunlight.

        My eyes glowed, I quickly scampered my way through the woods, the twigs slashed at my messy mug as I ran.

        Without turning back, I slid down into a trench, getting caught up in the branches, looking above me, the wild wolves darted passed the trench. I groaned physically run-down, the raw brutal slashes on my mug ached painfully. I massaged my cheeks gently, shivering from the crisp cold. I peeked out of the trench, immediately - getting myself out of the twigs, and raced back to where I started hiking.

        Arriving back, I stumbled upon myself, almost dropping the pouch.

      "Hey, you're back?". Oggy stated, she smiled approaching me, "what's in the pouch?".

      "Food". I ambled passed her as she followed me toward the campsite, "it was pretty disgusting to gut out a elk myself, coming back I was almost killed!". I tossed the pouch in front of me, seating myself down. Oggy dug through the pouch, she jumped back as she seen the flesh, "ugh, that's gross, you really did that August?!". She asked.

            I glanced up at her, reaching out my hands to her, "well yes, look at my hands!". I groaned feeling drowsy, and sick to my own guts. Oggy sighed, hunching over beside me, she massaged my backbone little by little, "we're gonna be okay, it is starting to get cold, but we'll be okay". She rested her skull against my shoulder as we both watched the flames rise, and then go low.

          As me and her were asleep that cold night, the campfire drawn out, our setting became soundless and chilling to the bone. I woke up to unusual noises drawing from the bush, it didn't bother me too much, I laid back, and closed my eyes - avoiding the sound. 

          After midnight, I took out the meat from the pouch, lodging the moist meat into the fire - letting it roast in the blazing flames. I realized Clovis still haven't showed up since yesterday afternoon, gazing back at Oggy - to which she was still snoozing. I finished warming up the meat, setting it aside, tearing a piece off of the elk meat. I then raised the fat to my parched lips, chewing the fat as hungry as a wolf. Oggy woke up, rubbing her eyes yawning tiredly, she crawled over beside me. I gave her a chunk of the fat - she sniffed it, nibbling the edges of the meat. I glanced at her, "did you know if Clovis came back at all?". I nibbled at the fat swiftly.