you walk mindlessly through the woods, armed with a rifle. i watch from up in the trees, taking in your appearance. i quickly notice the gun and your five fingers human.i whisper quietly to myself underneath my breath. i creep through the trees and jump down, quickly knocking the gun out of your hand with one goal in mind: disarm you and take you to the chief, my father. I pull out my knife incase i need to defend myself. i stare at you with a cold gaze what are you doing here,human? i add
Comments
0No comments yet.