(475 words) - I'm rifling through my shrinking sac of supplies, listening to the fire pop and crackle behind me. Then I hear it. A crackle, sure, but not of the ember variety... someone is behind me.
Partners in Death
Don't worry. I'm a Hunter. A Protector. I know what I'm doing.
Word of the Day Prompt: Sibilate
100-word story I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.