I thought it might be a while until my next update. I figured I would have to have a depressing dream or get sick... well I was wrong all I needed was to do some pre-cal.
Turns out Gramps was a very good leader. Everyone in our new little community looked up to him. I guess he kind of became the mayor of our little town. Pretty soon he was running everything, although he couldn't do it all himself. So he started looking for helpers. He gathered to most sane, kind, and intelligent people to help govern the little village. That was all good for him but I tried not to get too involved in governing this one place.
The more stories I herd the more I realized... (at this time I took a break from writing for a few days... but I spent the night before last throwing up, so I'm kinda in a post apocalyptic mood + I spent all morning yesterday watching Dr. Who.) Eghem ... I realized that my place wasn't here. I knew I couldn't just sit here and wait for the next attack. I had to move. But what could I do? These thoughts were all milling around in my mind while I was hunting. I had started hunting the day I met Gramps, and ever sense then I would spend half the day scavenging for food. After I met him, Sam started to go with me on these little trips. Then as they came other young people joined the hunting party. We never seemed to come home with enough food and what we did find usually wasn't all that tasty. Squirrels are very tough and all the ones we caught were rather scrawny. Coyotes are only worth killing for fur and to keep them from eating the squirrels. Rabbits were a treat when we could find them. Anyway I was hunting with Sam and the other youngsters (The name Gramps gave the teenage group of kids that hunted with me, about 20 kids altogether). We had split up into pairs to cover more ground. I was with a kid named Zach. He was a year older than me but for some reason he still thought of me as his leader, all the youngsters did, though I don't know why. For the first few weeks I tried to ignore the fact, but the more people came to our village for help, the more children would come to me for permission to join the youngsters (as if it was the coolest new club).
Zach shook me. Apparently I wasn't moving. "Hey quit daydreaming" he whispered "I just saw a something in the brush over there." He pointed to a clump of bushes where I could see a rather fat rabbit staring at us. It seemed to be trying as hard as it could to look like a clump of brown grass. I aimed my homemade bow (one of several attempts to make something that could actually launch sharp projectiles), but just as I was ready to take the shot a brown streak shot down from the sky like a chocolate lightning bolt. I caught a gimps of a owl snatching up my fat rabbit right before it returned to the sky.
My rabbit was gone. My nice, fat, tasty rabbit vanished before my eyes. In my anger I ran chasing the owl. No I didn't notice at the time that the rabbit was way to big for the owl to eat, and no I didn't find it odd that I could actually keep up with the flying owl from the ground...
gotta go to bed now... ish
Turns out Gramps was a very good leader. Everyone in our new little community looked up to him. I guess he kind of became the mayor of our little town. Pretty soon he was running everything, although he couldn't do it all himself. So he started looking for helpers. He gathered to most sane, kind, and intelligent people to help govern the little village. That was all good for him but I tried not to get too involved in governing this one place.
The more stories I herd the more I realized... (at this time I took a break from writing for a few days... but I spent the night before last throwing up, so I'm kinda in a post apocalyptic mood + I spent all morning yesterday watching Dr. Who.) Eghem ... I realized that my place wasn't here. I knew I couldn't just sit here and wait for the next attack. I had to move. But what could I do? These thoughts were all milling around in my mind while I was hunting. I had started hunting the day I met Gramps, and ever sense then I would spend half the day scavenging for food. After I met him, Sam started to go with me on these little trips. Then as they came other young people joined the hunting party. We never seemed to come home with enough food and what we did find usually wasn't all that tasty. Squirrels are very tough and all the ones we caught were rather scrawny. Coyotes are only worth killing for fur and to keep them from eating the squirrels. Rabbits were a treat when we could find them. Anyway I was hunting with Sam and the other youngsters (The name Gramps gave the teenage group of kids that hunted with me, about 20 kids altogether). We had split up into pairs to cover more ground. I was with a kid named Zach. He was a year older than me but for some reason he still thought of me as his leader, all the youngsters did, though I don't know why. For the first few weeks I tried to ignore the fact, but the more people came to our village for help, the more children would come to me for permission to join the youngsters (as if it was the coolest new club).
Zach shook me. Apparently I wasn't moving. "Hey quit daydreaming" he whispered "I just saw a something in the brush over there." He pointed to a clump of bushes where I could see a rather fat rabbit staring at us. It seemed to be trying as hard as it could to look like a clump of brown grass. I aimed my homemade bow (one of several attempts to make something that could actually launch sharp projectiles), but just as I was ready to take the shot a brown streak shot down from the sky like a chocolate lightning bolt. I caught a gimps of a owl snatching up my fat rabbit right before it returned to the sky.
My rabbit was gone. My nice, fat, tasty rabbit vanished before my eyes. In my anger I ran chasing the owl. No I didn't notice at the time that the rabbit was way to big for the owl to eat, and no I didn't find it odd that I could actually keep up with the flying owl from the ground...
gotta go to bed now... ish
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