"Come on, that's right…" I whisper quietly from a tree branch, waiting for the turkey to unknowing graze into the little clearing, and my line of aim. The bird pecks along at the bit of grain I trailed through the forest, innocently walking right onto my dinner plate. My arm begins to hurt from having my bow cocked for so long, but I dare not let it slip. Last time I dropped my arm while hunting, I missed shooting a deer and had to live off of mushrooms and roots for two weeks, and that sure as hell wasn't happening again.
It just had to be 100+ degrees on the day I decide to go out and get more food, doesn't it? I think to myself, feeling the sweat trickle down the small of my back, causing me to shiver a bit. I continue waiting for the animal to just get a bit close so I can finally shoot it and get down off this god forsaken tree.
"Just a few more steps…"
Suddenly the turkey falls over onto its side, a crossbow bolt sticking out of the right side of its breast. I stare in shock at the animal for a few seconds before my sanity finally decides to come back. I glance over at my hand, just to make sure that it didn't slip and see the pointed edge of my arrow still glimmering in the sun.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! I look down at the turkey again and see a man standing over MY dinner with a crossbow.
"HEY! THAT WAS MINE!" I yell
The man looks around for a bit, obviously confused about where the mysterious voice in the forest is calling from exactly. I shake my head and close my eyes, too pissed to be ready to deal with a moron.
He glances upwards and squints.
"What'cha doing up in the tree?"
"I was TRYING to get dinner, but some ASSHOLE decide to take my bird."
He smirks and points his crossbow up at me,
"Might wanna rethink the words you's using."
I raise my bow and aim right for his chest,
"And you might wanna rethink aiming that fucking crossbow at me. It'd be a shame to have to waste my arrow on your sorry ass."
"Why ya' little bit—" His words get cut short by a rustle in the bush near by. Out of nowhere a walker starts running towards the guy, and more importantly, my turkey. I quickly turn my bow and fire off an arrow, hitting the damned thing in the head, right between the eyeballs. It falls over, dead. I sling my bow onto my back and quickly scurry my way down the tree, dashing over to where the asshole and my bird were.
As I finally make my way over to the small clearing, I realize that the walker fell on top of the turkey. I feel my face getting all red and suddenly I can't see strait.
"FUCKING HELL!" I shout, pissed. Needing to vent my anger, I stride over to the walker and kick it, causing its head to detach and fly into a nearby tree.
"Well what do ya' know, looks like Lil' Miss got a mouth on her."
I spin around and find crossbow boy lounging against a tree, picking at his nails with a Bowie knife. Now that I'm closer I can see that this is no city boy, but your local hillybilly. He's in a sleeveless shirt and dirt-caked, cargo shorts, with shit stompers on. He's got a bit of scruff on him, and his hair looks like a nest of dead rats have invaded.
HOW DARE HE…I'M GONNA…FUCKING…
I pull my bow off my back and aim it right at his heart. I glare into his eyes, which are perfect, crystal clear blue, though my fury is so strong that that little fact gets pushed aside as I poke him in the chest with my arrow.
"Give. Me. One. Good. Reason. Not. To. Kill. You." I sputter out, my anger taking away my ability to actually remember to not pause between words.
The guy glances me up and down, shrugging his shoulders, as if he always has women threatening to kill him over food.
"I ain't a walker."
I glower for a second and lower my bow, my temper subsiding a small bit at his answer. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, willing myself to calm down even more before talking to this…ASSHOLE.
"Fair. Enough. But you still owe me a bird!"
He gives a chuckle, throwing his crossbow over his shoulder before strutting my way til we're standing nose to nose…well actually, he's was a good bit taller than me, considering I'm only five foot, so it was more like standing chest to nose.
"Darlin', I don't own you nothin'."
"You motherfucker, first you take my bird and then you refuse to compensate. You're one of the reasons why I'm by myself; there isn't anybody there to stab me in the back when the food goes."
He cocks an eyebrow at me.
"Ain't no way you's all by yourself. Nobody in this whole damn world can survive on their own, 'specially not now since them walkers is all around."
"I've been doing mighty fine all by myself for five months now, doesn't seem that bad."
"Well Lil' Miss, ya' got all th' way to five months, but now ya' coming with me, ya' hear?"
Then this lunatic grabs my wrists and starts pulling me west, going the opposite way of my tent, which is a few miles north of where I was hunting. My eyes get wide for a second before I start pulling and trashing around trying to get my wrists free.
"GET OFF OF ME YOU REDNECK HILLBILLY SON OF A BITCH! I SWEAR YOU'LL DIE IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO! I SAVED YOUR LIFE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME, YOU'D BE WALKER FOOD BY NOW!" I scream at him.
He just continues lugging me along, barely paying any attention. Finally, I remember that it's harder to carry someone when they let all of their weight hit you, so I go limp and sit on the ground, refusing to let any of my limbs move. Feeling my dead weight, he turns around and glowers at me.
"Lil' Miss, we got two ways of doin' this. The easy way, which is ya' gettin' up off that ground and walkin' yer ass like a normal person, or the hard way."
I glare upwards at him, refusing to break eye contact with the son of a bitch, daring him to try and make me move.
"I'm no Lil' Miss. and I'm certainly not walking." I growl, ready for a fight. I hear him give a sigh and roll his eyes.
"Why can't ya' women ever learn that's best to jus' go 'bout things the easy way?"
He hooks his crossbow to his belt loop, grabs me around the hips and tosses me over his shoulder.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, LET ME THE HELL DOWN! I'M NOT YOUR PIECE OF MEAT TO SLING AROUND AS YOU CHOOSE! I SAID PUT ME DOWN!"
"Cry n' scream all ya' want darlin', yer ass is goin' back t' camp with me."
I start pounding on his back, but it's to no anvil. The guy is twice my size and he's obviously a lot physically stronger than I am, and if you can't use your brawns, use your brains. I think this out for a second,
Better to save my strength and just kill this bunch of rednecks he's taking me to than to waste it all trying to get out of an impossible situation.
I slump over his shoulder and bear the rest of the ride in silence, taking a little satisfaction in this guy's breathing picks up once we start heading over a hill. After what seems like ages of walking, or riding in my case, I finally hear other people talking to each other. Suddenly I see a campsite of people, all of them gathering around me.