Today, I woke up to a rustling sound and the sight of a family of deer not too far off in the distance. My gun was partly buried in snow beside me, so quietly and carefully, I shuffled up to a sitting position, grabbing the gun and aimed down the sight. But before pulling the trigger, I observed them.

One of the deer, was obviously younger than the other three. I could tell by the way he stumbled around and the size in comparison to the others. Maybe the one with spots trailing down it's spine was the mother, and the biggest was the father. The forth could be another family member... or maybe even a friend. Did deers make friends? I never really considered them having friends, or even having a community between them, but why shouldn't they?

I didn't want to destroy a family, especially when I was out here for mine. But when will I ever come across such a sweet offer of nature?

I swallowed the lump in my throat. It was a tough call, but before I could stop myself, I inhaled deeply and quickly shot one after the other, eliminating each alarmed, scattering deer.

One in the head. It collapsed immediately. Another in the neck, which stumbled, and fell, bleeding out immediately, but still moved, struggling in agony and shock. The other two already made some distance away, but I got the third in the stomach, and again through the head. It fell.

The fourth remaining was the youngest of them all. It stumbled and leaped out of the deep snow, trying desperately to avoid my aim. The terror he must feel, watching his family die with the sting of the gun shoots ringing in his ears. I aimed, and shot through the heart. He rolled over himself, shrieking.

Meredith.

Steam drifted up from the barrel of the gun. Sound was completely void of the scene. Birds that once sang blissfully in the peace, fled. My chest thumped.

I felt like the first time I killed a deer. A murderer.

They were just trying to find some food, for survival. Just like me. They weren't hurting any one. But I was.

It doesn't matter to them any more though. They are dead, and I am alive.

It broke my stillness, forced myself to walk over to their bodies, removed the bullets from inside them. Drag their caresses back to camp, and bury them in snow. There, I sat numbly back by my tree, and ate some breakfast. The food slid down, tasted bland. I released a deep breath. My family is going to be ok. An eye for an eye, a family for a family.

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Now, I have a problem. I have five dead bodies to heave home, and last time I checked, I could only carry three tops. With my remaining rope, I constructed a sort of chain that I could pull. I don't like the idea of dragging their bodies on the ground, but I don't know how else to do it. I held each end of the rope so I could at least hitch two up on each shoulder.

One step at a time. Each one more exhausting that the other. My progress must have been ten times slower from that of before. It took me a whole day and a night to travel this far, and I presume it will take me at least two and a half days to get back down to home. That means two more nights in the woods. Alone.

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Night came again, and I was near complete exhaustion. I managed to make a small fire and warm a little before scoping small handfuls of snow and throwing them over each deer was surprisingly a challenge. I paused on my third deer to look at the other two. "Poorly covered job." I mumbled.

As if one cue, light snow powdered down on the bodies. I looked up at the sky, sighing. "Thanks" I whispered, not even sure who I was thanking.

Huddling back against the tree, I wrapped up myself, closing my eyes.

*SNAP*

My eyes flicked open, darting back and forth. The snow had stopped, as if the sound froze it. Time stopped, but I heart only picked up. I held my breath, not moving a muscle, and listened.

Nothing.

The woods were completely and utterly silent. My palms sweated, and my arms trembled, readying themselves to grab the gun across from me in a heart beat. But nothing indicated that I needed to.

Perhaps it was a deer, owl. I released my breath shakily, and closed my eyes again.

I calmed myself, and slowly let sleep take over slowly.

I listened to my breaths and my heat beat become strong and steady. But thats when I realised, my breath wasn't the only one.

I stiffened. Frozen. Cold, but sweating. What do I do. It is right behind me. My gun is too far and my back is towards them so I can't see them at all.

The fire cracked loudly, finally dying, leaving a small glow, but other than that, I was in darkness.

The moon barely illuminated light, as it was only a crescent this time of month, but when I looked up, I managed to catch a glimpse of a thick black cloud sweeping over it. Soft footsteps moved behind me. That's when I remembered the dagger. I figured I could store it in my boot, which I was very thankful for.

With the dagger in my hand, I waited for my predator to circle around in front of me. My blood pumped ice. Moisture left my mouth. A hungry growled emitted from the animal, as it barely came into view.

We locked eyes.

Lunging at me, pressure compressed me down into the snow, hot breaths against my face. Arms found his throat. Pressing the blade into his throat. Metallic dripped into my mouth.

My body screamed. I screamed. Our bodies rolled round as I tried to get on top, but he was too much.

Flesh gushed sticky. Whimpering choked as I drove into his side. In return, my side was found clamped between his jaws. I jammed my arm in. Spitting and coughing, the weight tumbled backwards.

The wolf stumbled away and I was left lying in the red and white snow.

Shuddering and shivering, I looked up at the sky again, and there was the moon.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't look at it. Instead, I reached out and pulled some snow over onto me. The pain numbed, and as I pulled in more and more, burying myself, I wonder what my family was doing now. Were they asleep? Have they still got food left? Is Meredith feeling better yet?

Each question grew further apart, and soon I was pulled down into a deep dark sleep.

A/N

I know nobody is reading this, so I am sorry nobody likes my ideas and won't even give it a chance. You know what I am sick of. Frozen and ROTG cross-overs. I am sorry but I very much dislike frozen. Also, stories about a girl becoming a guardian and Jack helping her, falling in love in the process. It is a sweet idea, but now, it is over done. Yes my story will contain romance and if you haven't figured out by the story line or story cover, Valley is going to become immortal. Which I do feel is cliche too, but at least it will be painful and torturous for her-though can't say my ideas will be communicated as well as I would like because I am not that good of a writer yet.

Also, why is there either, sweet innocence love, or rough sex scenes with little relationship development? Just wondering. Can't we have a cute relationship built up and passionate yet meaningful sex? Or even awkward sex. Cause, how many girls do you think has slept with Jack? None I am betting considering Jack as a human was still playing with his sister and living with his parents. And it was more of a sex after marriage back then, so he probably has morals about relationships.

Just saying what I think. People that read this, I don't hate anyone who doesn't agree with my ideas, I'm just saying what page I am on, and hoping maybe someone else will agree.

BYE!