Abducted

Gone with the wind-1
Shriving in my mid winter parka I pulled the bow back with ease that came from years of practice breathing through my nose and going into a hunting like trance I realized. Five miles away a thud is heard as a doe is struck with the tip of my arrow, silent as a shadow i made my way towards my kill. Arriving at my prize I gut it and throw it in a bag my soft boots padding on the new snow as it falls gently from the sky. Crunch!!! I hear about ten kilometers to my left. I stop my breath halting to a stop. Standing still I pull my bow in a ready position, I hear at least six crunches which means 3 people heavy footed to make such a racket.

Before i can pull my bow to attack i fell i slight pain to the right side of my skull. Falling to the floor I lose conscious and fall to a deep sleep. Ugh!!! I moan as I hit my head on what fells like a trunk top, rubbing my head I feel a big gash running from my temple to my lower lip. Putting my ear to the back of the trunk I listened to what sounded like male voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it sounded like they were arguing. The car screeched to a halt making me jerk foward into an even awkwarder position then before.