The+Hunter(1)

The hunter heaved the dead carcass over shoulder. It was a whitetail deer. A doe. He couldn't wait to cook this one. He decided he would start marinating as soon as he got home. He had already gutted and cleaned the deer, so it was lighter, but not by much. He picked up his gun next. His gun was his treasure. It allowed him to get food, to survive, and even to love. It was his love. He polished it every day at 9:30 PM. Not to say that the Hunter was obsessive or anything, but he even gave it 'baths'. But don't tell anyone.

The hunter staggered. He had walked at least a mile with almost 200 pounds on his back. Whitetail deers were massive. He was just happy he had picked this one over the many larger ones that he saw. The hunter doubted that he could go any longer. He needed a rest.

He found a comfortable moss-covered rock near a large hill. It was under a large tree. This was good, because it had started to rain heavily. He laid the body of the blank-eyed deer at his feet. He should have taken off the 'dirtier' meat on the body. He didn't like the back meat. It had a stranger taste...not something he really liked.

The Hunter felt drowsiness overcome him. But he couldn't fall asleep now, he needed to get home. He picked up his gun, and stood up. A strong gust of wind hammered him almost immediately. His wide jacket caught it, and he fell backwards, his gun falling out of his hand. He fell head first down the steep hill. His vision darkened. He was passing out. A flash appeared, and he blacked out.

He must have been out long, because the grass underneath him was drenched with the rain. He scrambled, attempting to get on his feet. He had nothing to arm himself with because he dropped his gun somewhere while he fell down the hill. He foot hit something sturdy, was it his gun? No. A branch. He picked it up, it would have to do.

The branches continued to move. After thirty seconds of watching the leaves shake, he moved closer to the bush, uncertain what to do. The hunter drove himself to put his hand in the bush. There were leaves...more leaves...and fur. The hunter quickly withdrew his hand, clenching the branch in his other hand. He beat the bush furiously. Leaves flew everywhere. He was panting furiously, but the bush wasn't moving anymore. He pulled back a thick patch of leaves and wondered what the bush was hiding...

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So basically, i wrote this story, and nick wrote the other one, so yeah, its about a hunter who gets lost in the woods while he is hunting, and he gets terrorized by an animal, but he doesnt know what it is.

this is it:

**It took me a mintue to regain my senses. At first i didnt know what had happened, but then i realized that while i was distracted by the animal in the bushes, i had slipped on the wet ground and fallen down a large hill. I had lost my rifle during the fall too. So i was alone in the woods with no phone, no food except for an energy bar, no gun, and i had no idea where i was. So i decided to find out if i could get back up the hill. I tried to climb up, but even my hunting boots couldnt get any grip on the soft, wet mud. It appeared as if the only way to get back to my house was to find my way around the hill. Suddenly i saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see what it was, but there was nothing there. Then, it happened again. I quickly turned to the right to look at it, but again, there was nothing there. Then i heard the growling and snarling again, and thats when i learned that whatever had followed me down the hill was much worse than what i had expected. I started walking, to try and find my way back up the hill, but what i saw shocked me, there was a dead bear on the ground, with its throat torn open, and with huge gashes across its chest, i could only imagine what did this to a bear. I bent down, and touched a finger to the bloody corpse. It was still warm. whatever this animal was, it definitely wasn't friendly....**

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