Charging toward to enemies, looking for covers in holes. The feeling of death surrounds me as I’m running. I felt a rushing bullet flew pass my face. Strangely, I managed to escape death. Hiding in cover in a little hole about a few metres, just deep enough to hide me from the rain of bullets.
As I listened attentively, I gathered that whatever it was walked on two legs, but it could not be my son—too heavy—and its trudging was much too clumsy for one of my fellow hunters. I fetched my rifle and Black Fox’s bow and quiver, which he had flung to the ground in his excitement, and dove behind a nearby bush. For fear that the emerging creature would turn out to be an enemy, I fixed the butt of my rifle to my shoulder, ready to fire if need be. I sat in wait, until the figure emerged from between two trees, stammering from side-to-side. It was a white man, obviously drunk, who had most crossed into Cherokee territory in search of gold.
Deer Hunting As my Dad and I pulled in the driveway around 11am, my Uncle Jack was about to go out hunting in the stand that everyone has been getting deer in. I couldn’t pass that up as he asked, “Would you like to go out with me?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out since I already went out this morning and stayed up late last night. Before I knew it, my Dad was getting my gun ready and loaded.
Ned finished Scanlon off by shooting him with a second bullet. I jumped down from my horse using it as a shield while I shot at the outlaws and one of my bullets struck Dan’s shoulder. The gunshots frightened the horses during the commotion and they galloped off leaving me exposed, so I scuttled into the bush for protection I sprinted for some time, deciding to hide as I was feeling exhausted I found a ditch to lay low in, listening for noises as my heart pounded heavily I heard Ned’s heavy footsteps running up behind me. I bounded out of my cover and shot at him, I missed, but Ned had a great aim and he shot me in the armpit. I felt a sharp stabbing pain and as I turned to run I heard the crack of another bullet being fired striking me
I pull that trigger and faster than the bullet comes out brutus is already at a dead sprint for the deer a 190 pound body bag running faster than bolt himself, hits the deer with every bit of weight brutus has by this time the bullet has hit where i 've wanted it to. Now brutus can claim the prize he has been after almost being a bodyguard over the deer. Like it was one of his sons. As i look at brutus, he looks back at me and the only thing he can be saying at this point “that i got a raw deal now time to go home and do the real work” so we do what weve done before brutus drags the deer back and i take us home to have a good night sleeping eating and giving brutus the biggest bone i can find.before
, I yelled with fear. I was hurtling towards a human. A little boy was sitting under a tree, I can tell he was going to squeeze me to death as I looked at his wicked face. I tried to fly towards the other direction but I wasn't strong enough to withstand the mighty winds. With only three seconds to live I am
The final scene is the biggest tell of how far humans, even at a young age, can go. The hunters turned against Ralph and immediately their savage instinct took over. Golding describes the scene, “He blundered into the open, found himself again in that open space... no longer ridiculing a deep blue patch of sky but jeering up into a blanket of smoke,” this is foreshadowing what Golding later states
Frederic, Piani, and Bonello were struggling to assist their hit comrade, Aymo. The senses this quote appealed to were visual, hearing, smell, and touch. The visual atmosphere created in this quote was one of complete panic, as they struggled through the mud and brush in attempt to save their bloodied friend. While they provided medical assistance they continued to hear gunfire in the background, and could smell death around them. The ever-present symbol of rain foreshadowed Aymo’s death.
The next section of cover was only a few metres away, but even a few metres left her with no choice but to break cover. Taking the opportunity she ran as though her life depended on it. Ducking low into a cluster of bushes, panting ever so softly. The realisation hit her. The realisation that her footsteps would of sounded loud and heavy on the forest floor, strewn with dry leaves and
We got out of the tent as quick as we could trying to escape death from the creature. What we didn't know, the 8 armed man could climb trees faster than we could run. He pounced on my buddy Steve and punctured him in the back. The 8 armed man soon hung him with a cord of vines, as rich, red blood was dripping from his
All of the dogs ran at Vincent which made him scared. Vincent grabbed the ball and screamed “Help Miguel and Danny.” Miguel and Danny went over the fence and shouted “Throw the ball to us.” Vincent threw the ball and ran toward the fence. The dogs were catching up to Vincent.
It was just upon the edge of that trail Geralt followed, like a blood hound seeking out a fleeing fox as he continued to dash through the underbrush, still unaware of the fact that the guards behind him might have peeled back and gave up the chase; but he couldn 't be too reckless, he knew that he was vastly outnumbered and regardless of how skilled a fighter he was, he knew that there was simply a limit to how many he could take down before he himself was put down in turn. Heavy footfalls thumped dully against the loamy soil of the underbrush, the snap and crunch of any twigs beneath his boots muffled against moss and spongy earth, and while he was not too careful about leaving a trail - figuring that these mer were just as capable as any elf
Jeffrey curses under his breath. That was close. Too close. We saw the light a millisecond before it saw us. We ducked down into the brush as fast as humanly possible, and even though I can feel the yucca digging into my leg with its razor sharp points, I don’t care.