First day of finals tomorrow. Am I nervous? Not really. Should I be studying instead of writing right now? Probably. Oh well. Anyway, enjoy this dumb little drabble I wrote!

Written 2012.01.17.

It had come unexpectedly.

He'd been scouting the woods, scavenging for food, when he keeled over on the ground with a thud. He didn't know what happened for a second, when realization hit him. He'd been shot!

He snarled, loading his own gun as he observed the surroundings. Once he found the jerk who thought it'd be fun to shoot him, oh, there would be hell to pay.

He remained still for several moments until he saw a flash in the corner of his eye. A smirk crossed his face, and he took aim at the area he saw movement.

His finger pulled the trigger, and a loud bang resonated through the air. Only seconds later did he hear a shriek of pain. His smirk grew wider.

He ran in the direction he had shot, and arrived at the sight of a creature huddled on the ground, its arms cradled around its injured leg.

Vengeance would be served.

With his attacker at his mercy, he lifted his hand. The barrel of his gun met the forehead of the villainous being.

His finger wrapped around the trigger, and-


He set down the controller. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Turn off your video game, it's time for dinner!"