Hunting

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Crunch.

The zebra perked up its ears and darted through the grass.

Damn. If I didn’t come back with a kill today, my reputation as a hunter would be ruined.
I stalked through the tall grass, waiting patiently.

After a few hours, I saw that the zebra was back. Luck was on my side. The whole herd was coming my way.
I lined up the leading animal in my sights.

Bang.

It fell, crumpling to the ground.


I examined the entry wound. There was no blood. Just… wires.

With a murderous look in their steely red eyes, the herd charged.