Papa was right
I woke up on my back the rain was pouring after the slip I don't know what the hell grabbed my leg but it hurts like hell right now but it doesn't feel like it's bleeding and I don't have the strength to look at it yet I keep thinking back about how my grandpa told me not to hunt it not to hunt it but yet here I am wanting to feel the deal and finally make a name for myself like he did except I don't feel like I'm strong enough to get back up after that i don't wven know where my rifle is but i still got the 12 gage I remember how the teeth looked they was yellow and stained but at the same time the very tips on what stained with blood it look like just had a Navajo said it would except more violent I got lucky with the 12 gauge because it landed on top of me but at the same time I know I can't fire unless I'm standing fuck why do I have to load up the Magnum shot why couldn't I listen to my pop-up why do I have to do this here I am 21 laying here in the mud hoping that I can even stand to see you tomorrow no I need to fight the Legacy won't die with me it will grow stronger and become something more*he say as he forcing himself up the pain in his leg completely forgot as he racks the shotgun with a live round his thoughts a limp away trying to make sure he knows his surroundings but the rain it's just hitting so hard it's a little bit disorienting he has to keep going* fuck my leg it seems like it's on fire but I can put some weight on it so I know I'm not down and out yet May the Navajo please be generous on my soul if they find me dead and papa I'm sorry for being such a stubborn bastard but I am going to make you proud no matter what I'm going to kill this damn thing this is the first part of a multi-page story