Great wild boar yonder (Allan)

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The time, way too early for anyone to be awake but at least the sun was poking up from behind the trees. The weather was a little chilly but nothing a nice warm looted jacket could not fix. She had snuck out of her hiding place that happened to be an old ranger tower. It was high off the ground and offered protection from who ever came close, alive or dead. Below the tower, hidden away in brush, sat her four wheeler that she looted when she discovered there was some places a truck could not go, that’s not saying the trucks not hidden too cause it is. The truck is what she uses when going close to town to seek out supplies. For the last few weeks since taking over the tower she survived by only lighting a fire for cooking or to clean water. When she finishes she eliminates all traces of there ever being a fire and is sure to bury all scraps as far from her camp as safe as she can. During the day, no one ever know anyone one was sitting high up watching with some binoculars, just waiting for the right time to move.

She survived by fishing with crude made spears and trapping small animals in traps never made to be seen unless you knew what you where looking for. Today she was actually hunting, last two days something has been tripping her traps, she was going to get to the bottom of this problem, she had a feeling she was dealing with wild boar. She had more than her share of run in with boar in Arkansas. She had a friend who would invite her and Allan to stay just so they could hunt boar. She knew how dangerous one could be angered but not killed right out, so this was why she was sitting in a tree. She bated a trap and waited. The sun was almost at high noon when a big grey boar gambled his way from the brush. Mara’s mouth drooped a little; she had never seen one so fat.

She recovered fast enough to shoulder her shot gun and line up the sights. She hesitated, that was a big pig, there would be a lot going to waste, she knew she could not eat it all and it would spoil fast if left out. She also knew if she didn’t kill him, he would be able to kill her. She pulled the trigger and popped him just below his ear and right into his brain.

*BOOOOM*

He squealed and fell over dead; she had never made a shot that good and knew she may never make another one like it. Mara sat where she was, she was in no hurry now. She wanted to wait to make sure he was dead before she climbed out of the tree, plus the boom of her rifle echoed, she should have thought twice before shooting where she was, she knew the sound would travel and now all the animals will scatter, the dead will come to the noise and if there are any alive people around they will come as well. Her cover was blown and she knew it.

”Dang!”[/color] she muttered to herself, she knew she messed up big time now. With a sigh she slung her rifle across her back and climbed out of the tree. She walked over to the pig and kicked it. With a grumble, she got to work rigging it up to the back of the four wheeler. Her plan was to drag it to the water and clean it there. She thought the water would help carry away the smell of blood. Once she had everything she needed, she was on her way.

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The dirt covered, red chevy pick-up truck gunned it's way down a country road with some country tunes roaring. Inside the cab was a semi drunk, middle aged man and his favourite little companion who was curled up in his orange fur. The two were both pretty happy for being in the middle of the apocalypse but it was always hard to rain on ol' Allen's parade. Another polished off beer was place somewhere on the passengers side floor mat to roll around like the other five bottles that easily hit each other with a clank sound after every corner.

Thats when the loud noise echoed near by. He hit the brakes with barely enough time to grab his little kitty so it wouldn't fly forward. "Yee hear that puss?"[/color] Al asked his kitty that was now just un-curling with a yawn. As if the yawn was some sort of an answer Al just played it off as a conversation. "Ya got that right! Defiently a gunshot..."[/color] Al turned the truck off as he lowered his cowboy hat so it was tighter around his forehead. The cat just rolled over and ignored the annoyance called Al. "Well ofcourse I'm gunna check it out Puss! Mama always said to offer help to folks in need!"[/color] Al argued back at the now sleeping feline. He wrapped a collar that was tied down to the steering wheel. Al smiled before stepping out of the truck into the aerly morning light. "Honk three times if yer' in trouble Puss!"[/color] Al called back to the now fully asleep orange tabby before running off into the general direction of the shot.

His cowboy boats easily carried him along what seemed to be more of a forested part as he remember seeing on the map that he was actually driving through it. A river was just ahead of him so he would go off that for a while. He continued his little adventure through the woodland for atleast fifteen minutes before he heard what sounded like a small motor. It could possibly be an ATV or a dirt bike as Al found it hard to imagine normal sized cars or jeeps gettingthrough this brush with any luck. He could also hear the river near by so he dived for the bushes in the hopes that he wasn't seen.

[marainamarlette]

Mara on her ATV and her prize in tow moved on a rather slow and careful path to get to the river. She had no idea there was anyone else around or that she barely even missed seeing them leap into some nearby bushes. She was already thinking about what was to come, she was thinking about how she would have to throw the rope over a tree limb, then pull on it until she could wrap the rope around another tree and then pull that one tight so that the hog would be in the air, off the ground and ready to be sliced into. She then started thinking about the meal that she was going to be having that night and about how she might have enough plastic to cure some of the meat, without realizing it, she was also humming, that hum turned into actual singing, “Thank god, I’m a county girl!”

She continued to sing loudly as she reached the river, if there was any thing around why bother trying to be quiet now, besides she could do with some knife throwing practice if it’s something undead, if that person was among the living, well, she would feel sorry for them, offer them some fresh kill, maybe something to drink and ask if they were lost.That would be silly since, she herself was lost, yeah she had no idea where she was at all she knew was, she was safe in a tower and surviving day to day and it was getting dull. ”I’m getting too old for this!” she spat as she untied the hog from the back of her ATV and started to drag it over to the tree she planned on using.

She stood under it and looked up at it, ”Does everything have to be so out of reach?” she asked with a small laugh. ”I have to stop talking to myself.” She shook her head and started swinging the rope, at last she let it fly but missed, it was too short to go over the limb. She said a small word that sounded like a cuss and tried it again. This was going to end up being a long afternoon.

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Allan waited a good five minutes before he could finally hear the ATV's engine died off in the distance more towards the river. From what he could spot from his last minute hiding spot was a female figure and from the looks of her, a country girl. "Well slap me silly and call me Grandma..."[/color] Al spoke quietly in case there was more out there. Like a gopher he poked his head out quickly and did a 360 to check his surroundings. All clear.

He got to his feet and followed the tracks that the ATV left behind. He could either befriend her and have a companion to adventure the walker wasteland or maybe he could eat her. A little Frank's hot sauce and she could possibly a nice BBQ. He shook his head and ignored his hungry stomach. It would be a cold day in hell before he started acting like a Walker. Then his mind started to wonder... How could hell be cold? Do kittys go to hell?

Without actually watching his steps or the louder sound of the river he crept closer to the more recent tracks until he stepped out into the open. He saw the woman and a rope but where did it connect to? He looked up only to get his answer smack dab in the forehead.

"AW! What the hell!?"[/color] Al shouted while looking at the woman. His cowboy hat fell of his head where he briefly rubbed it. He narrowed his eyes to the woman as he spat on the ground. "That's how ye go and greet people these days?"[/color] he asked with an annoyed tone, just retrieving his hat from the ground.