Popcorn Writing Entry Task 7/17

I wish they would have listened. Staring into the blackness of that alley caused me to look back on all of the times I tried warning them to be cautious. Warning them that we needed to fortify the cabin. But no. Nobody listened. Now we’re all separated and being hunted down. I knew they already got Elenor. Who knows where Thane went off to; he was the first one to leave. Wherever the others went off to, I hope they’re remembering what we learned. All of those hours put into our defense and survival should not be going to waste like this.

I was the one who they were hunting the most. I am obviously the one who doesn’t know how to strategically hide. How many times have I played this game? We only have a few more minutes to go until the bell rings. The bell would signal the end of the first round and the conclusion of the first night. But the completion of a round meant nothing to these savages. It was a game that they played with their kidnapped customers from their convenience store out that quiet highway. They were three big burly men (probably products of incest, but that’s beside the point) with thick, bushy beards that had grown up in the backwoods of Arkansas hunting anything that they could track down. They had grown tired and bored of hunting animals, so now they hunted the most challenging game of all: humans. I was crouched in a low undergrowth, trying to make my breathing as quiet as possible, when I saw one. He was stalking through the trees, impossibly quiet for his huge size. He seemed to be searching for something on the ground, probably tracks on the ground to give away my position. Suddenly he stopped. I saw him close his eyes. He seemed to be concentrating very hard. Then I realized what he was doing, sniffing, trying to smell me out. Was this man human at all?  To my horror, I realized that he was not. He was some kind of hellish creature that would continually haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.  It was a Manbearpig.  Or was it a Pigbearman?  Or perhaps even a Bearpigman?

I knew I would have to be very quiet in getting slingshot ready. One false move and he would hear me. It happened so fast. I grabbed a twig, whipped up, somehow managed to point it in just the right way, and BAM!

… Mom wasn’t too happy about the cut that resulted in my using my brother’s slingshot and the piece of my dad’s drill that I imagined was a twig. She had to clean it up and prevent any of the blood from dripping on the new carpet inside. She also wasn’t too fond of the new name I paraded around calling my brother. Apparently, Bearpigmanasaurex isn’t a very nice term. I got grounded from tv for a week because she felt as though it was giving me too many ideas on how to irritate my older brother during our games. Charlie, Elenor, and Thane didn’t mind, though. We always had the most fun when we were playing while mom didn’t want us to.