Stranded: Gun and Injured Wolf
Stranded
In the middle of a derelict, isolated village, torrential rain hammered down. The midnight moon hovered over the rough snowy mountains. Werewolves howled louder than the foghorn in the distance. We were marooned and stranded feeling anxious about what our next move was going to be. It felt like a life or death moment. This sought of excitement seemed to be only in novels, not real life. We really needed to act quickly to stand a chance of survival. It was happening to us and our chances of surviving were slim.
I am Ben Cracknell, I want to take you with me through the journey that Scarlett, Jim and I endured.
“Come over here!” I bellowed.
“I think he is dead,” whispered Scarlett.
“What is this?” replied Jim.
Covered in the snow was a cold mammal front paw; grey and black with a gash, gushing with black, thick blood.
“We should leave now! It could be a werewolf. It maybe infectious.” specified Jim.
“No, no, no we should help him, he is in great pain,” replied Scarlett. Having a soft girly moment for the poor animal.
“I’m not risking it! We need to find something sharp or a weapon first before we endanger ourselves.” reacted Ben.
The village was filled with old wooden cabins. Frozen, with snow barricading the front door. Opening one old, rickety door took us more than ten minutes. We had physically exhausted ourselves, digging through the snow with our bare hands. Every inch of our bodies ached and all sensation had been lost.
“Hurry up, it’s getting dark and I’m getting hungry.” I shouted.
“We need to find that weapon or something sharp!” Squeaked Jim.
I quickly decided to abandon the idea of a rescue plan for the injured wolf. This seemed a good idea at the time due to everybody feeling the way they did. We later found out that it was the wrong decision to leave the wolf injured and nearly paid with our lives.
I decided to ask Scarlett and Jim if they minded that I was behaving as team leader without a vote from the group. As I
In the middle of a derelict, isolated village, torrential rain hammered down. The midnight moon hovered over the rough snowy mountains. Werewolves howled louder than the foghorn in the distance. We were marooned and stranded feeling anxious about what our next move was going to be. It felt like a life or death moment. This sought of excitement seemed to be only in novels, not real life. We really needed to act quickly to stand a chance of survival. It was happening to us and our chances of surviving were slim.
I am Ben Cracknell, I want to take you with me through the journey that Scarlett, Jim and I endured.
“Come over here!” I bellowed.
“I think he is dead,” whispered Scarlett.
“What is this?” replied Jim.
Covered in the snow was a cold mammal front paw; grey and black with a gash, gushing with black, thick blood.
“We should leave now! It could be a werewolf. It maybe infectious.” specified Jim.
“No, no, no we should help him, he is in great pain,” replied Scarlett. Having a soft girly moment for the poor animal.
“I’m not risking it! We need to find something sharp or a weapon first before we endanger ourselves.” reacted Ben.
The village was filled with old wooden cabins. Frozen, with snow barricading the front door. Opening one old, rickety door took us more than ten minutes. We had physically exhausted ourselves, digging through the snow with our bare hands. Every inch of our bodies ached and all sensation had been lost.
“Hurry up, it’s getting dark and I’m getting hungry.” I shouted.
“We need to find that weapon or something sharp!” Squeaked Jim.
I quickly decided to abandon the idea of a rescue plan for the injured wolf. This seemed a good idea at the time due to everybody feeling the way they did. We later found out that it was the wrong decision to leave the wolf injured and nearly paid with our lives.
I decided to ask Scarlett and Jim if they minded that I was behaving as team leader without a vote from the group. As I