If you go up to the mountains to the north, you can go on nature tours. Everything is supposedly beautiful and fresh up there. All the people take the hike through the mountain trails, and during hunting season, hunters from around the world go to find big game.
One beautiful fall day, a hunter went up into the mountains. He brought everything he would need to survive for a week in the wild. It wasn't hunting season, but the doctors told him he wouldn't live long enough to see it. He was very sick and this was the last time he would be able to go out into the wild and do what he loved.
He got in his truck and drove up the mountain side. All of the fall colors blended together. He rolled down his window and let in the fresh air. He was going to make this the best hunting trip ever. He wished this wouldn't be the last one.
He arrived at the camp sight. It was a small clearing in the thick woods. He unpacked quickly. It didn't take him long to put up his tent and set up camp. He looked around proudly. He knew he had to be far away from others. He knew what he was doing was illegal but it would be the last time he would ever hunt.
As soon as he could, he set out into the woods, excitement pushing him forward. He had a feeling he would find a big deer. He stopped after awhile to get something to eat. He reached into his bag and pulled out some trail mix. As he walked on, he snacked, trying to make as little noise as possible.
The feeling he had was right. It wasn't long before he came across a small pond with a buck taking a drink. He readied his gun, holding it steady. He took a quick look around, trying to notice anything that would startle the deer. He saw nothing suspicious and tightened his grip on the trigger.
An explosion bursted through the forest, scaring the deer. The man looked at his gun. He didn't fire the shot. Who did, and what did he shoot? He looked down at his leg, blood was pouring out of it quickly. His scream echoed through the woods.
The man was aproached by another man in a mounties uniform. He had long blonde hair and he was wearing dark sunglasses to cover up his purple eyes. He walked over to the poacher and put a large knife against his throat.
"If you are going to kill a beautiful creature at least do it in season, sick bastard." The man said in a quiet yet harsh voice. He glared down at the poacher. "I like to hunt as much as the next guy, but I don't trespass to do it and I wait until its season... I want to show you what it is like for them." He took the man's gun away from him, along with all of his supplies. "Human season just started apparently. Run as far and as fast as you can, but I will still kill you. I will be generous and give you a head start... You will have to run pretty fast considering how quickly you are losing blood and the condition of your leg."
The man ran as fast as he could until the blonde man would no longer see him. He took a few minutes to rest and treat his leg. He was a great survivalist. He ripped of a piece of his jacket and wrapped up his wound, then he made crutches out of a couple of sticks that he had found. This was life or death.
He continued to run until he reached his camp. He was so greatful to see his supplies again. He packed up everything he had into his truck. When he turned on the engine, he let out a sigh of relief.
He was finally starting to relax, until he heard a strange noise coming from the back seat. He didn't have time to think before the same explosion happened in the car. Brain matter and skull fragments flew everywhere, coating the inside of the truck in the warm slime. the man removed his glasses and wiped them off on the inside of his coat.
"I told you I would kill you. I am the top hunter in these mountains." There was a small smirk on his face as he spoke to the headless body. He got out of the truck and lit a match. "I hope this doesn't cause to bad of a forest fire." He stated as he threw the match into the car. The seats caught on fire first, soon the whole vehicle was set ablaze. The blonde man smiled as he watched the flames engulf the campsite. As he watched, a deer came and stood by his side, watching with him.
Hmmm who would you like to see next? I will gladly take requests to see any of the 2p countries. I am thinking about doing 2p Austria next, nobody ever seems to do anything with him.