"She looked up at him gasping for air, wide eyed at the horror she just witnessed. Her brother who goes by his marine call-sign “Shredder” just killed a man right in front of her, bludgeoned his head in with a large rock. Blood and brain matter oozed away from the man and into the ground. At sixteen she had never even seen a dead body before, let alone a corpse produced by her brother. Shredder’s bald head shone in the light but it was the sweat and blood soaking onto his clothes that caught his sister’s attention. Jason “Shredder” Dorian was only three years older than Valerie but was much more solid and focused with his thoughts, especially after having joined the Federation Marine Corps and enduring..."
"At least the snow made blood trails easier to follow.
James' breath fogged the air as he jogged steadily along an old deer path. It was a lung shot, that much he could spot with ease- the frothy bubbles in blood he found on the occasional exposed patch of leaves told him that. Focusing his efforts on keeping his footing while maintaining a decent pace, James kept moving down the trail. If he didn't get to his kill in time, the next few weeks would be some of the hardest of his life. After another minute of following the crimson splatters, he noticed that the blood droplets were only frosting around the edges. That meant he was catching up; the blood was still wet. In temperatures like these, fifteen degrees Farenheit above zero, that meant it was fresh. The young black-tailed deer was close by.
There she lay, beneath a copse of spruce trees, on her side with his arrow jutting out of her chest.
"Hope you're not frozen solid before I get you home," the man muttered to the small doe as he slid his broadhead out from between her ribs. The doe meant he would be able to eat more than dried biscuits and bland oatmeal while the worst of the winter storms blew over.
Living alone in the alpine forests of southern Alaska wasn't a picnic in Central Park, that was certain....."