AWOO..!!

AWOO Chapter 1

Story of an Unheard Voice in the woods

Sun behind the mountain, silent trees, I was playing around with a crushed soda can along with my friend. Moments later I heard a gun sound at a distance, I heard people footsteps hunting me and their wild voice "shoot her". In a wink my friend's blood rained on my face, I was scared, I ran into my parents. Those people were chasing me to death with their guns, escaping every bullet I got inside my cave, saw my family laying down howling to death, blood all over the floor, tears in my mother's eyes, helplessness in my father's voice. I heard a bullet cutting through the wind rushing towards my heart to rip me into pieces, my father's last words "run girl save yourself". I started to run with fear, with no time for tears, I was being chased, being hunted. I ran into the woods never looking back, escaping death alone leaving my family to death on the floor to survive, ran as fast as I can. After a while, people lost the chase and I got lost in the woods nowhere to go in miles away from my home.

Soon it became dark as the sun has gone down the mountain, Moonlight sparkling through the tree branches, I found myself a tree shade to calm down my pounding heart, I lied down on the bed of dead leaves in grief. I couldn't even notice when Sun walked again until I saw a sunray warming me. In grief nowhere to go, I noticed a butterfly making my nose her house to rest. Starring at her I sniffed to wake her, I sniffed so hard and the butterfly unfolding its wide colorful wings giving me quite a view to my eyes it flew. It was teasing me around trying to rest on my nose. In a moment the butterfly started to fly away from me leaving me alone, so I started to chase her forgetting the grief in the chase. I was on the walk for days alone starving. I heard a stream burbled through woods, I rushed to the stream hoping I could find myself a fish to eat, I saw it right under my shadow in the stream, salmon was jumping around, In patience, I was just waiting for the perfect time to grab the salmon, it was quite an intense tiny juncture to get hold of salmon, I walked back to the riverbank, clutched salmon on the neck for a bite.