A loud bang filled the air as the nude blonde fell backwards, a spray of blood erupting from her skull. Her bare tits flopped like sandbags full of goop as her dead body collided with the forest floor.
Colin looked at the dead body and turned his gaze to a figure in the shadows who approached him. The man was 6'2 easily, a gut the size of a drum almost covered by a camo tank top and vest. He wore ratty jeans with dark, flat bottom leather boots. His face was dirty and rugged, the teeth in his smile yellowish tan, with the same shade of brown hair on his arms and chest on his head, covered up by a flannel cap. His hazel eyes looked him over.
"Yah lost out here?" the man asked.
"Yeah, but how'd you figure that out?" Colin asked.
"I heard you chasin' the dirty nude youngin' through the woods and saw you." the man said as the boy attempted to lick himself clean like a dog.
"I don't know him, I was just seeing if he could lead me to anybody else around here." Colin said as he looked the man over.
"Same here." the guy said plainly.
"Well, we best be going..." the man said.
"We?" Colin asked.
"You an' me, boyo! You're unarmed, and there are wild dogs out here! I saw a bunch of chickens gobbled up by a pack!" the man said.
"Were they wearing little tags?" Colin asked.
"Yeah, why?"
Colin sighed, "Those were the hens stored in the back of a cart I stole from a crazy guy's house."
"Ahh... well, I'm with ya, and I'm prepared!" the man said as he cocked his single barrel shotgun.
Colin, seeing as he had few other defense options, said, "Alright. I'm coming. The dog kid is no use to us anyway."
The two spent about three hours hiking until they stopped at the stranger's camp. It was a tent big enough for four people, with a rope, bucket, and soap near the river for laundry. There was a makeshift firepit a few feet away from the tent and tree above it, with a spit ready for roasting meat.
"I'll get supper going, you can wash up." the man said.
"What's for supper?" Colin said.
"Elk leg from my last huntin' trek with some cherries I stole from an overran farm." the apparent huntsman said.
"Are the cherries clean?" Colin asked.
" Course they are. I ain't reckless." the huntsman said as he tore two legs off an elk hanging in the tree.
Colin went into the river and started washing up, splashing himself with water to get the blood off. Maybe his luck was turning around...
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The next morning, the two packed everything up as the huntsman loaded it onto a flatbed pickup.
"Alright, let's get 'er done!" the man said.
"What?" Colin said.
"A raid in the town just south of here. The bimbos done overrun it." the huntsman said, "We can kill 'em off with the weapons I got and get some supplies."
"Sounds like a plan." Colin said.