"2 PETER:2"

“2 PETER : 2”

Mary picked up the rifle, and shot him down. The gunshot echoed like thunder in the plains, birds scattering in the sky as Mother Earth prepared to receive another child.

Mary dropped the rifle, for it had no more brass to expel. She walked southbound, a sense of pride and uncertainty running through her fingers, the fingers which killed her father.

She could hear his voice from simpler days, when all there was to worry about were toys and rain.

“Mary! You did it! You’re a hunter now, just like me! I’m so proud of you, Mary!”

The huntress knelt on the grass, and looked into the sky, a tear running down her face. A tear of sorrow landed on the barren soil. She remembered something he told her long ago;

“The most dangerous game of them all is man.”

‘He was right. He was dangerous.’ She thought to herself, standing up again.

Mary walked further south, the corpse of a flesh-eater and a plume of billowing smoke in her wake. She prayed that the fire didn’t destroy the forest.