ImStudious

Deer

“This time, try not to die so quickly.” Michael says in a annoyed tone.

“Wait, can’t you do it? Why send me of all people?” I say whilst packing.

“…” Gestures to his legless leg.

“Right, excuse me for asking then.”

As I leave, Michael says with grimace , “Good luck, Yuk.”

“mkay.” I respond halfheartedly.

While I was scoping the forest for any signs of small trees to chop, I stumble upon a deer in the distance.

“How--” Before I could finish the thought, I’m knocked down face first by a wolf. I couldn’t get a clear look at it before it was at my throat. Thankfully, I had prepared for this with a solid metal neck brace. Yes, this occurs more often than I’d like to admit.

Grabbing my rugged ax, I use the handle to bash the damn things head in leading it to scurry off.

“I hope that thing ain’t have rabies… last time I had it was -- the worst experience possible.”

I worriedly check my body for any sign of the slightest injury. Then, it hits me, “Where is that deer?”