Survival

We all turn amazed at what just happened and see that Dom pulled him down as a joke to get our attention. Our panic simmers when we actually realize it was Dom. We then proceed to laugh hysterically at Kris's reaction, his scream, and basically him over all. I then think about the man I saw earlier, was it Dom? They were dressed similarly but the man appeared to be taller. Something is definitely up in here.

Before we headed fifty yards we hear Aaron yell out, "A-yo watch out for bear traps passed that tree about 100 feet ahead! I put some ribbons on trees that have traps nearby. Let's hope some asshole didn't take it off." 

Now that we had all eight people we could go on deeper into the woods and start how actual survival game. We hiked about two miles deep and decided to rest at a nearby creek. As we washed our sweat drenched faces in water I thought I heard another noise. A different noise. Something up high, as if it were in a tree. I looked up and saw a flock of tiny birds. No, that couldn't have been it, not at all. This sounded heavy, my gut told me. I told everyone about my gut feeling and Anthony responded that all my gut tells me is to get food and stuff my face with it. As much as that was true, I know that wasn't it so I just laughed it off and pretended to go on with it. I just hope that the heat is getting to me or something because you never know what to expect today. 

Before we begin the real game, we decide that we need someone to lead us and tell us what to do. We came up with the criteria that the person had to be leader worthy, know the land, have plans, and most importantly have back up plans. We eventually came to the two chooses of Anthony and Aaron, but we said in the beginning that only one can leader and a second would be second in line. After about fifteen minutes we decided to vote. The voting came to 5-3 in Aaron's favor.

By now it was almost night fall and we didn't have enough food to feed eight people. I thought about going to my girlfriend, Aubree's, house to secretly get food and bring some back to hold us off a little while longer. But if I was caught by someone or attacked by an animal.

I asked Aaron what he thought about my idea and he said that, "It was absolutely horrible because of how far we were from civilization and that it is almost night time. Besides, if we were to go, it would be about 9 P.M.. Now, you can't tell me that eight teen guys walking around and heading towards a forest at 9 at night wouldn't look suspicious?"

"True," I responded disappointed, "But what if we split up and--"

"We can't split up at this time of night especially going away for that long at that distance," he interrupted, "Something could happen in which back up is required, we could never find each other, we could never make our way back, a lot of shit could happen."

"What about tomorrow morning," I question.

"No. But tell you what, if something were to ever happen her house would be one of the first places we go because of how close we are to her," he replied trying to not sound like a complete douche of a leader.

"You're serious about this thing aren't you," I asked jokingly.

"Pretty much, yeah," he replied with a smile.

He checked his phone and it was almost eight so we decided that it would be a good idea to get to hunting ot else we would go hungry for the night. All of us sharpened our sticks and stay within a ten foot radius of each other to guarantee the best protection and security. We made our way to a tree house they had built in past experiences which was used to look out for animals, people, or just to relax. However, it could only hold four people so half of us had to stay below and hunt. We agreed to hunt in shifts and  whoever was in the tree house would look in one of four directions and notify someone if they detected any movement .After about an hour of nothing happening, we heard a scream from what sounded like Kris. 

"Holy shit! Someone get this goose," he was yelling.

We all started to grab rocks and launch them down on top of the goose, very few actually hitting the goose. One of the many rocks actually hit the goose right on top of the head making it stumble and retreat and little bit. We didn't let up or show mercy one bit but instead we continue to pelt it until it was knocked out. We all gathered around the goose's body and France mounted the goose and snapped its neck resulting in a loud, obnoxious crack.