Desperate Game Cat Hunter

"It's a pity, they're fine," Al said, retracting his hand. "Looks like you've got a lot to do with the coat."

The cushioning of the jacket kept me from cracking my ribs.

I was silent.I don't want to argue with him about whether this is a regrettable thing after all.And I don't believe his diagnosis at all, the place where I hit it hurts so badly.

"It's time to wake up kitty," Al patted my chest with his hand, "You don't want me to strip you naked in the snow, do you?"

Not funny joke at all.

I struggled to get up, but failed the first time.I'm literally bruised and bruised, except for my legs.

Al smiled, then reached out and grabbed me and pulled me up.Feeling the feeling of him holding my clothes near the back of my neck, I think he should really regard me as a kitten.

I looked at the steep hill, and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to climb it this time.My whole body was aching, and I was running a low-grade fever.My estimation of my body has always been objective and accurate, which may come from my previous experience of fighting with punks on the street many times.

Besides, there was a wolf on it.I would rather have someone open the way, and I will go up after feeding it first.

Selfish and true thoughts.

Al obviously didn't think the same way as I did.He will not let the wolf go.We have guns, and in this situation of absolute advantage, Al is the most interested.

I watched him approach the hill again and climb up again.I'm still hesitating whether to resist him or not, maybe it's just an objective statement of good reasons that he shouldn't want to come and kill me.

Sure enough, realizing that I was still where I was, he started urging me.

"I think it's better for me to go back to the town. As you can see, I'm not suitable for strenuous exercise like mountain climbing." I looked up at him, trying to make my tone as sincere as possible.

Al didn't show any surprise, as if he knew what I was going to say, he just stopped climbing the mountain, looked at me condescendingly, raised his eyebrows, and said, yes, but I need to □ and the dagger to him.

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To be honest, I hesitated.

These two things should be the only thing that can give me a sense of security in this team.I don't really want to give it to him, even though he gave it to me.

He read my mind.He showed me a triumphant smile, then turned around and continued climbing.

I gave up and followed him for the second ascent.

This time he climbed very slowly.But it's not in the care of the patient, because he needs the gun on me, and I have to be by his side to support him if he goes up in danger.

I was actually exhausted before halfway through the climb this time.Holding a branch of a dwarf tree, he stood there gasping for breath, sweating profusely all over his body.

Al was waiting for me not far ahead.Seeing me in a daze, our eyes met when I looked up at him, and he laughed all of a sudden, "You really look like my brother."

I guess his brother must be a useless piece of shit.Because he only said that when I was weak and useless.

"Did I tell you that I seem to like you?"

"Yes," I answered him, with uncontrollable sarcasm, "the word you used last time was love."

He also smiled, "What a nice word."

It is indeed a good word, if I remember correctly, when he used this word, he was planning for my tragic death.

No one can afford this person's "love".

I rested for a while and climbed forward again.In fact, the climbing process this time was quite long, and I don't remember how many times I rested.In the end, I wish I could stop and rest with every step I take.

When I finally climbed up, I lay down on the ground as if I was exhausted.And Al took my gun without my permission and checked the bullets.Just follow the footprints left by the wolf.

He went hunting.He's good at it.

I'm exhausted to the extreme, and I just want to lie down here and sleep.Of course, I don't mean eternal sleep, just a short rest.

But I know I can't, it's too unsafe here.Whether it is a beast or an enemy, it can kill me.I can't sleep.

The idea of ​​not being able to sleep was circling in my mind, and then my consciousness gradually began to blur uncontrollably.

But this sleep didn't last long, and I was woken up by severe pain.

When I opened my eyes, Al was crouching beside me, his dagger ripping through the gunshot wound on my shoulder.The expression appears to be focused and enjoyed.

My coat had been opened, and the sweater had been slashed wide, exposing my left shoulder.But all the while I didn't notice it.

I should have known earlier that this man would do no good if he used the tender words of love or liking.

He will only fall in love with the prey he tortures.

I charged up, and then with a sudden blow, I grabbed his hand and grabbed his dagger and tried to throw it, but I didn't succeed in grabbing the dagger.I just manipulated his hand to draw the dagger from my shoulder and he regained control.

I immediately turned over and rolled in the opposite direction to escape from his range.As I rolled over I suddenly noticed something on my waist—a gun, which he gave me back while I was asleep.

I rolled over, got down on one knee, pulled the gun back from my waist and held it, aiming at him.

stalemate.

Then Al watched my movement and raised his hand, and let go of his dagger to fall into the snow, but his expression was not panic, but staring at the playful pets, The tolerance and aloofness of the smile, as if still in control of the overall situation,

"That's what I put back on you. Are you really going to target me?" Al's teasing tone made me even more angry, but he pretended not to notice, "I'm just teaching you. In a dangerous place Sleeping is not a good habit."

"I didn't mean to thank you." I pulled the trigger.

But nothing happened.

But it was within Al's expectation.

Al shrugged clearly and spread his hands, then took out two bullets from his pocket, "I told you, I put your gun back on you."

Therefore, it is impossible for him to put dangerous things on a dangerous person.

"Okay. The joke is over." Al laughed, picked up the dagger on the ground, turned around and wiped the blood on the wolf's fur.

Yes, wolf.It seemed that Al's hunt was quite successful, it had stopped breathing and lay there quietly.

"Be happy kitty, if it's just the two of us tonight, we can eat a big pot of wolf meat." He winked at me, kind of like a child.

I am simply stupid.

I tucked the gun back into my waist, I couldn't drop it.There are bullets in the car, and the gun is still working.Then I stood up after him and adjusted my clothes a little.

He put the wolf on his shoulders and we headed towards the car together again as if nothing had happened.

Thanks to the wolf, he didn't go fast this time, and I could barely keep up.

When I saw the car from a distance, my heart was at peace.This car is an ordinary movable shelter from wind and rain. The so-called home is only related to the people who live together.What's more, for everyone here, the word home has been like the last time they saw God.

The first thing Al did when he came back was to find cigarettes.When I lit that cigarette, I felt that his whole aura had changed, like an illusion of gentleness and relaxation.

I dug out the anti-inflammatories from my leftover medicine from last time and took double doses, but I don't know if there will be any side effects.I have never disassembled my left arm for inspection. I don't really want to see it bloody and bloody. I always feel that seeing it makes the pain more vivid.But I can feel it festering.

The left shoulder and right hand are now the most obvious places for pain, but the difference is that the right hand is sore, while the left shoulder is in severe pain.I hesitated, and chose painkillers instead of morphine.

It started snowing again and again.Al, who found the tobacco, was in a good mood, and was busy outside skinning and gutting the wolf by himself.

I don't really want to see this scene, it makes me, uh, uncomfortable.It reminds me of some not-so-good things.

I can't sleep at all now because of what just happened.I figured if Al got interested again, the place the dagger went in this time wouldn't be an old wound.He has many options, guts, right hand, leg, or toes.In short, no matter which one I can't afford to lose.

Time passed.I casually grabbed a half-eaten box of cookies on the couch.I don't know who ate it, but I don't mind as long as it's eaten.The most important thing is that now I don't want to go out in the cold and run to the van just to get a box of cookies.

In the middle of eating, Al suddenly opened the car door and called me to get out of the car for dinner.Seeing the biscuit in my hand with a disapproving expression, that expression is like my mother saw me eating ice cream when I had a cold.

mother cat?I suddenly thought of this and laughed uncontrollably.

Throw away the biscuits and get out of the car to eat boiled wolf meat with Al.The pots and utensils look not very clean, and they have not been used for a long time. The so-called bowls are paper bowls with two buckets of instant noodles removed.It tasted pretty good though.

There is a fire in the snow, and the pot is steaming hot.I looked at Al through the heat, he was eating wolf meat, his expression was as satisfied as if he was eating hot pot with a group of friends.Suddenly I had a new appreciation for this man.

I have a certain amount of knowledge about all the people here.For example, Evie is the most outrageous, Rost is the most contradictory, Carrie is the most kind...and Al, I think Al is the best at disguising.

He can be kinder than anyone else, and he can be more vicious than anyone else.He can be loose and careless, but sometimes he is so dark and dark that it is difficult to see through.

We ate quickly and very quietly with no communication.

After eating and drinking, I went back to the car again, and he took care of the aftermath.It wasn't a complicated but daily routine like washing pots and dishes. He just poured the remaining wolf meat on the ground not far away, then dug the snow, wiped the pot, and put the pot back on the truck , that's all.

He didn't plan to save the rest of the wolf meat and distribute it to others.It was his prize, and maybe he counted mine too, since it was my gun after all.

After returning to the car again, it didn't take long for the snow outside to fall more and more.As the night approached, it was gray and quiet outside, and snowflakes fell in big and big flowers.It's like watching a boring video on an old black and white TV.

Al had already shaken off his quilt and was getting ready for bed.He is at ease and satisfied, I think the task of vigil tonight must be left to me.

I turned my eyes back to the boring black and white video again, and started to watch the repeated falling and started to empty my mind, as if I didn't think about anything.

In this state, I quickly fell asleep.I didn't mean to, but I'm in such a physical condition.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard the sound of someone hitting the glass.

I was startled when I opened my eyes.There are a few human faces reflected on the glass window, and I am especially close to the ground by the window because I watch the snow before going to bed.

But I soon recovered as I realized who they were—refugees from that town.They escaped, apparently unaware that we were intruders and were asking for our help.

They were banging on the windows so loudly that I wasn't sure if Al had woken up.

Indistinctly, they could be heard saying to save them.I said helplessly to them, "We are not a refugee concentration camp here." I didn't care if they could hear me or not.

They should be glad that Rost and Yiwei are not here tonight.However, these people who don't know the situation seem to be pushing their limits.

I heard the sound of plastic not far away.

It was the smashed window with three layers of scotch tape, and someone was trying to climb in through it.

I immediately stood up and walked towards the car window.Sure enough, someone's hand has already reached in, and they are still planning to work hard to go further.

I have long said that when it comes to life and death, all etiquette is nonsense.This group of civilized people is planning to "break in through the window", without the consent of our hosts.I have no doubt that if there were two children living in this car, they would not only invade, but also drive away the original people.

This is human nature.It is ugly, but it has to be decorated as beautiful, and the so-called civilized age still uses lies to praise it.Once an accident occurs it will reveal its true colors.

I drew the dagger from my boot and swung it hard at the arm closest to me.Then the arm jerked back immediately and I heard wailing from outside the car.

I couldn't cut it off, and the hand bones were harder than I thought.I thought the knife would keep his hands in our car.

The hands that originally planned to reach out were much more peaceful.But soon someone started working hard again.

I hesitated whether to cut the second knife and hurt the second person.I don't mind killing them, but doing this right now will just make them wait to get inflamed and die like me.

Killing to survive is so commonplace these days, I've accepted it from the beginning.But I still hate killing people for fun.This serves no purpose other than to increase the suffering of the prey.

The window tape was almost completely torn.A man's head popped in, and he was still working on it, and he even made a threatening statement to me, although I didn't understand it, but his tone was obvious.

I looked at the man's face in the night.Then compromised, well, this world has long been dehumanized.

I gave up thinking too much, and the dagger went straight to the man's eyes.One across, from the left corner of the left eye, across the bridge of the nose, to the right corner of the right eye.

Then when he subconsciously reached out to cover his eyes and screamed in pain, I stabbed the knife into his neck, and then reached out and pushed him.