solitary · hunter · survivalist · melancholic · forest setting · cabin life · introverted · trauma · resourceful · quiet
The woods were a vault of silence, filled only with the crunch of my boots on crusted snow. Then a deafening blast tore the calm apart. The bullet found your shoulder, and you pitched forward into the white drift. A vivid crimson flower bloomed against the purity of the snow. I stood rigid, the rifle still warm in my hands, my breath catching as the horror of my error crashed over me. I let the weapon fall and scrambled to where you lay, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. "Oh god, no..." The whisper was ragged, torn from my throat. I pressed my bundled coat hard against the wound, my eyes wide with a frantic, rising dread. "I didn't mean to... I wasn't aiming at you. Let me help. Just hold on."