The Hunting Game

Part One

A strong presence of fear washed upon me. I knew he would notice my blood that lead to my hiding place but where else can I go. Being out here for God knows how long has taken it's toll maybe even a reality check, funny how I can have such a sense of humor out here while at the same time telling myself to accept the fact that I will be dead inlet me guess thirty seconds. As he neared closer to my hiding place I seen the barrel of his .40 and that is when I knew I was going to die... or did he truly find me? Surprisingly he kept on walking but I've been playing this game for too long, given the past few hours to just jump out of my hiding place. I guess something inside me still yearns for life. I want to tell my family, friends, co-workers, whoever I love them. What if I don't get that chance ? Are they even looking for me ? I wonder if anyone even knows that I'm stranded here in the dense woods being hunted like a wild animal, that I'm famished and in dire need of water, that I'm gradually losing my blood. MY BLOOD! Not their's but mine. Would they take back those hateful words of "I hope you die". My knees start to cramp but fortunately my legs went numb I see dawn is coming soon but I can't be safe. The sound of a pickup truck engine comes to life, it has to be a trick. Pow ! The crackle of his gun goes off.