Nuclear Rage
EXP: 64,948, Level: 10
Level completed: 99%,
EXP required for next Level: 52
A white saber tooth cat silently padded across the snow. It was like watching a house cat perfectly glide across sand without sinking. Its long hair majestically blew in the harsh winds. Snow flurries were the only defense between my helpless body and this creature. A low growl came from its parted jaws as it stood a mere several feet away. My heart pounded. I slammed my hand into the snow and tried to push up. I needed to get up!
Before either of us could act, however, a miracle happened. Out of nowhere, a hunter's spear slammed into the big cat's neck. It fell, instantly dead, its red blood splotching the white snow below. Still reeling, I fell back into the heavy snow that threatened to bury me. I was so confused... Yet, as cold sleep threatened to take me, I saw a fur coated figure stand above me. She was a stout woman, holding yet another spear in the cold.
"Well, ye look stout like one of us, but obviously you ain't. Where's ye's furs, wearing nothing but a shirt and pants!"
"I found some bags and equipment!" Another voice called from beyond my field of vision, "Must be her's!"
I looked up, blank and dazed. I could barely speak. The hunter leaned against her spear with an amused smirk, "Ye need a warm fire, don't ya?"
"I can't be proud of anything. I am ashamed of everything."
"I gave my heart, my allegiance, all my energy for this and got nothing but ashes in return. What on earth did I do to deserve being chewed and spit out like this? Time and time again, it's all the same."
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