David L Bedell
Bio
Just another guy with a gift for gab.
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DOG FOOD
“DOG FOOD” The night was the only time I could forage safely. They knew I was nearby, and they still couldn’t find me. I knew how to be quiet, how to wait. That alone, and the fact that I didn't stink saved me on more than one occasion. I had an old compound bow and four modified hunting shafts. It was a quiet killer and if a shaft didn’t fly straight and missed then it was hard to know where it came from right away. I could move and shoot again. I also had a Bear Grylls fixed blade knife, but I was running out of luck. It will be light soon and I haven't found anything yet in what remains of this city. Hopefully, they were just dogs, not wolves. In fact, if they were actually wolves I’d be dead; wolves hunt in silence and you don’t know they are there until it’s too late. No, these were dogs and they wanted me for dinner, I was dog food.
By David L Bedell3 years ago in Futurism