Wilson followed the map and if he was doing it right - which he was sure he was - he ought to arrive there by the next morning. Wait, no, probably afternoon since it was already dusk and he didn't think it was a good idea to keep moving after dusk. He needed to find a shelter quickly. He walked as quietly as he could while he looked around. He had watched a few videos about surviving in the woods. For shelter, he knew he had no chance of making himself a tent. Might as well, find a tree that he could climb and camouflage in to spend the night. He walked on for quite a distance and came upon a set of trees that might serve his purpose. In fact, in the distance, he saw a tree that called to him, but there was a problem. For inevitable reasons, he would not be able to avoid stepping on the leaves and twigs that was everywhere on the ground. This meant, that his silent movement was about to get noisy.Wilson sighed and walked on his tiptoes placing them at selective positions on the gro
So there they were; one strong male, one weak, insanely alluring Lolita; alone in the wild. At night. The male stood, having an obvious hard on and the Lolita laid on the floor; her fine butt jutting out as she shivered in fear and quietly pleaded in her sexy voice.That was the exact image her big brother saw."WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BABY SISTER?" A masculine voice yelled.Wilson turned his head in that direction. He turned too slowly though.One step, two steps. Speed begat strength.*BANG*The newly arrived struck with his foot. Wilson instinctively rolled backwards and narrowly avoided a kick that could have otherwise cracked his neck. Because of a reason known scientifically as inertia, the new guy; who just so happened to be the little girl's big brother, struck a tree which shook violently and dropped lots of leaves and even a few baby squirrels."Big brother?" The little girl raised her head. The big brother looked at her raised face and saw t
Wilson and the big brother spent the consequent three hours, killing, skinning, cutting up and cooking the gigantic flesh of the squirrel over a spitfire.The big brother who had introduced himself as Dash - much to the trepidation of Wilson - was very good at it. It was obvious he had experience."I used to go on small-scale hunting trips with my dad." He had explained.They sat together, turning frequently to look around them, expecting the fire and rising smell of salivary meat to attract some carnivore or another, but none came. Maybe the gigantic beasts were terrors to the other beasts in the forest and now, because they made them run, the beasts saw them as terrors of terrors. Or perhaps, there was already something lurking and waiting for the perfect opportunity. Whichever way, it was still thankfully quiet. That was until Wilson broke the silence."So, about your sister..." Wilson began."Don't even think about it. She's only ten." Dash interrupted."
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*Sounds of gunshots rang out, echoing through the forest. Perhaps to some people who might have heard it; someone was hunting a beast. But to the shooter, he was hunting a young maturing, good-looking human being. There was a difference!The first bullet hit Wilson in the arm and that was only because he had, with a stroke of luck, stretched it while he yawned. It ended up standing in the way of his head and the bullet."Ah!" He yelled and fell sideways. The second bullet whizzed past his head as he fell. He turned his head and the third bullet missed by a narrow margin as he hit the ground. Wilson rolled to his left, ignoring the stinging pain to his left arm. He passed by the fire, took a log of burning wood and instantly roles to his feet, making a zigzag line for the trees that he thought would hide him from the light from the fire. As he ran, he placed the hot, still burning log on his bleeding bullet wound, totally ignoring the fact that the bul
Wilson ran to the other side another tree as quickly as he could. He had identified the tree the sniper was on and using the dark shadows of the trees, he ran towards the tree, weaving his way in a roundabout manner; using the trees in his surroundings as cover. He temporarily stopped and squatted behind two close trees. He tried to use the little space in between to peep at the direction the sniper shot at. The tree he thought the sniper was on wasn't the one.The issue was the sniper was keeping his eyes on him and never once blinked. As soon as he saw Wilson move, he pulled the trigger.*Bang*It hit the tree, very close to Wilson's head. Wilson quickly took a step back and that quick thinking of his was what saved him from the second shot.*Bang*The sniper cocked his gun again, eyes never leaving Wilson's position. Another bullet.*Bang*'Not safe enough!' Wilson concluded and dashed out of his cover at full speed, his body as low to the ground as he
Wilson noticed that the sniper had stopped shooting everything like a fool but he did not stop. He used one hand to dig up more and more plants and sand and randomly threw it up in the air.Then, without any warning, depending solely on his amateurish battle instincts and the experience he had gained from escaping death time and time again, he dashed out of hiding and made a beeline towards a tree that he believed; blocked the sniper's line of sight. He got there and his behind the tree but the sniper had noticed him. He just chose to save his bullet until he was sure to get a clean shot. 'He did not notice me. That's good! He is losing focus. Of course, such things have to be exhausting.' Wilson spoke to himself, not daring to say it out and merely thinking it in his head. Unbeknownst to him, he was only half-right.While the sniper was exhausted, he also had quite the experience and had long trained himself to maintain his focus regardless of his level of fatigue.
Dash, of course, still didn't trust Wilson. He just believed that he had a good grasp of Wilson's strength, speed and skill level, as well as character and had faith in his own ability to pick up the signs and if, perchance, Wilson began to have any stupid ideas, he would easily get rid of the threat.Inside of the tent; it was a spacious, well lit room with four beds at the four corners of the room and a huge fridge that stood in the center of the room. It was much bigger and way more beautiful than the room at the hotel Wilson had slept in and he could not help but wonder how in the world all that could fit into the small tent he saw outside. It was insane."Sleep over there!" Dash said, pointing Wilson to the farthest bed from the one which his sister slept in. "And keep your mouth shut!" He ordered.Wilson glared at him; eyes blazing; his words of rebuke at the tip of his tongue but eventually, he changed his mind. Dash had helped him quite a bit today. He should just tolerate an
"What's your plan?" Wilson asked, standing beside Dash, with Sofia peeping from behind them. She was shivering from fear but stood upright; bold and strong. Wilson was impressed. It wasn't easy to not lose one's calm in the face of danger."Well, first of all, we need to hide Sofia. We can't have them finding her." Dash began."True!" Wilson agreed."I already set up some trip and landmines on our way here. That should delay them and buy us some extra time to set the other traps up.""Nice!" Wilson nodded. Now was not the time to be stingy with his praise. Dash ignored and continued:"On our way, here, I noticed that some trees were hollow inside. This tree is one of them."He was referring to the tree they had stopped at. Wilson knocked on it and confirmed it sounded hollow."Oh! I did not notice." He said. Normally, it would have been a good avenue for Dash to insult him, but just not now. The situation was too serious for that."Yes! It surprised m