My first story. I hope you enjoy :)
She revelled in this. The thrill of the kill. The thrill of the chase. Hunting prey step by step, minute by minute. She heard a rustle to the left. Arrow notched; string taut. Shoot straight. The arrow pierced the eye. A clean shot. She smirked. As if it could escape. It was too loud.
She glided towards the fallen deer, her feet moving over the bush without a sound. Silent. Like a ghost. A good specimen, she appraised. Knife in hand, she carved the finer meat of the carcass. No point in giving the good meat away. We'll have a proper meal, not them. No work, no play. Packing the remains in a separate bag, and the strips in another, she slung the bags over her shoulder. Weapons in hand, she slipped through the undergrowth.
Bags through the gap in the wire, weapons hidden. She rolled through the gap and ambled towards the Hob. Exchange the carcass and other kill; receive money and vegetables. Buy bread. Turning sharply on the spot, the last of her purchases finished, she strolled back towards the Seam. Reaching her house, she flung the door open.
"I'm back," She called. Her sister came rushing towards her.
"Katniss!"