Hunter or Hunted? JEFF
Written for the sofurry wintertime writing contest.
I was walking through what looked quite literally like a 'winter wonderland'. The trees without leaves and the evergreens were covered with snow and it must of been freezing. But my thick and luxurious orangey red coloured fur protected me from the chill. I snapped off an icicle dangling from a tree. I watched as it melted in my paws. I can see why humans like winter a lot. It looks fantastic. A few hours ago I had never seen anything like this. I used to live in Australia where it doesn't usually snow. I say that I used to live in Australia because I was just minding my own buisness, you know, just shouting at random objects and then, BAM! There's a tranquilliser dart sticking out of my shoulder. I then passed out out and woke up here half buried under snow.
I was brushing some snow off my muzzle when I heard a noise. I didn't recognise it but it sounded like, maybe a boot crunching through snow? Then I heard a tiny click which I did recognize. It was the sound of the safety catch being released on a .22 caliber hunting rifle. Which I sensed about ten metres behind me. I drop to the ground just as I hear the rifle fire and a .22 caliber bullet fly through the space I had just been. I jump up and run directly to the human who shot at me. It startles him and he drops the gun. I jump and flying side kick him in the face. He falls and I grab his leg and swing him into the trunk of a nearby tree. He falls to the ground moaning. I grab the rifle and start running. Don't ask where I learnt those moves. I think I learnt tae-kwon-do while I was drunk but if that's not right then I have no idea how I know the techniques.
I hear someone approach and turn left and run directly at them. I jump and kick off his face. I manage to grab the branch above his head and pull myself up. He pulls out a pistol and starts looking around for me. I then hurl the hunting rifle at his head. It nails him and he slumps to the ground unconscious. I jump down and grab his pistol. I hear a loud bang and a nearby tree explodes. I hear the unmistakeable sound of someone pumping the slide on a pump action shotgun. I sprint off as fast as I can and another round shreds the fur on my tail. As I run I start to wonder: How will I get out of this one?