Chapter Four
A hunt it's fun, whether it's an animal's life or human.
Somewhere in debris, there's people hiding, waiting for their prey. Their hands clutching their guns.
There is peace and quietness and six shots, it makes it even more quiet, still, it reaches even further up to the silence of death.
They don't care who they kill, and the more dangerous the prey the better high they get when you reach its death.
A panther is dead.
From far off her cub watches the body fall with a thump and become still, there's pain and human tears in the cub's eyes.
Strekoza: great this one is even shorter - need to think up extra stuff probably to make more longer entries. Although this is a normal hunt of human life being, it still has a connection to the Night World. R&R.