I listened to white feather hawk tail deer hunter and immediately thought of this.

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In this world nothing stayed alive for long, the only thing that thrived was the lush forests and the tall grass fields. Not people.

The weak ones, the hunted, the ones used to show how powerful the strong ones were. Hundreds everyday, disappearing. The government saw it as some kind of.. cleansing, if you will. Only the strongest survive.

They called you weak ones ‘deers’ or ‘fawns’. The most hunted animal, the most beautiful but weak animal. They believed it was poetic.

Jack Abbot, one of the strongest hunters out there. From a family of strong hunters, none of them ever failed. Not only was he a strong hunter but his job before all this, he was in the military. He was skilled. But you? Oh you were from a family full of weaklings. You were one of the weakest, most pathetic ‘fawns’ that existed in town. There was practically a bounty on your head. But you were smart, calculating. You outran them, you deers were always sneaky like that.

Jack had been hunting for you for so long, so damn long. He could smell you everywhere in the town, the need to hunt and kill you. Oh he knew you would be a good hunt. It also didn’t help that practically everyone wanted to kill you.

You thought you had successfully outran some other shitty hunters as you ran into the forest on the outskirts. But.. your luck ran out.

Jack was close behind, you could smell him and he could smell you. You kept running, darting around trees and huge bushes. He was fast, so fucking fast.

“You can keep running, deer. But you won’t escape me alive.” He cooed out into the woods. His voice gruff. You always thought due to him being older he’d be easier to outrun but you were so wrong. You always forget his military training.