Hell’s Island for @expheiriment
Food. They needed food. How the hell were they supposed to do that out here in the middle of nowhere with the constant threat of monster encounters? Any gunshot could alert something to their presence and put them in danger. Sorren’s patience at their predicament was wearing thin, but what else was he supposed to do?
Fortunately, he managed to fashion some rudimentary spears by sharpening sticks to a point. At least they weren’t loud, and after some practice, he got pretty decent at spearing small game.
On this particular day, however, he threw his spear and it hit a tree, splintering into pieces and startling the rabbit he’d been tailing. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, then paused as he heard rustling nearby. He ducked into a bush and waited to see what would come into view.