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Dylan<br />
My nerve endings feel as if they’re on fucking fire.<br />
All of my muscles are ready to spring into action if need be. It’s taken me over two hours<br />
of skimming over the deep snow before I’ve finally found something to shoot for dinner.<br />
It sounds fucking hard, but it really isn’t it. I mean, those folks in the city, in their big<br />
fucking houses with the huge mortgages, pay hundreds of dollars a month to go to a gym to get<br />
exercise.<br />
Not me.<br />
I go and shoot my own dinner. Up here in the mountains, I’m totally self-sufficient.<br />
There’s no supermarket, convenient store—or any other luxury, for that matter.<br />
Nope. There’s just the mountains, my cabin, and me.<br />
It wasn’t easy at first. The whole damn thing was a real culture shock, but now? Fuck,<br />
now, I’m used to it. I’m more than used to it—I like it.<br />
I’ve donned the bearskin coat in exchange for the Armani suits, the starched white shirts,<br />
and the ties. Reality is, those things may have made me look super hot, but they don’t keep me<br />
fucking warm out here. Sure, the women threw themselves at me in those clothes, but newsflash:<br />
there are no women in the mountainside.<br />
No beanie, no gloves today—they would just slow me down. As long as my body’s<br />
covered and I keep moving, I’m okay.<br />
I close my right eye and focus with my left. It’s perfectly still around me. If I didn’t know<br />
better, I’d say someone pressed the mute button on nature. In the beginning, this sort of silence<br />
unnerved me. It was eerie.<br />
Over time, I grew used to it. Now I know I would fucking miss it if I didn’t hear it<br />
anymore.<br />
Snow settles on my outstretched bow arm.<br />
Since leaving my cabin, a storm has been brewing. Soft flakes fall, and the ominous dark<br />
color of the sky predicts only worse things to come.<br />
The rabbit knows it, too. I can see his nose twitch. Slowly, softly, and carefully, I draw<br />
back on my bow. As I do, I’ve got the rabbit in my line of sight.