Snippet #2380428

"Fucking weather" the man grumbled "either its pissing down or freezing up or it's 40 degrees. Damned war sure played hell with the weather, make no mistake". Well at the end of the day you were either alive or you weren't. He was alive and most surely intended to keep it that way. Everything in his bearing bespoke that. From the way he walked to the way his eyes searched the surroundings to the careful placement of each foot. He walked at a steady gait taking time to place each foot his gun on the strap around his neck held in a low guard. That's just how it had to be these days, shit was messed up. You had to keep your guard up and stay sharp or you were gone in seconds. These were all the thoughts that were running through his head as a deer broke from cover and bounded off. He leveled his gun in an instant. That instant unfortunately was AFTER the deer had left. He sighed, "Well there goes dinner, and lunch, and any other meal I might have eaten. And I am not eating pidgeon again. Dear god that was awful, we made a deal remember. No, HEY now don't you get shirty with me. Yeah I know we're gonna eat it again when I get hungry enough." He spread his arms wide as if appealing to the world. "You would think it was bad enough talking to yourself, but losing the argument too?! huh, god damn" His stomach growled. "Yeah I know you're hungry why don't we find you some trout eh?" And with that he moved off into the woods again with his back to with the morning sun rising behind him.