Snipe Hunt by Pen of the Damned’s Tyr Kieran
Austin gave a nervous chuckle as he looked back and forth between his fellow Scouts’ faces, searching for a sign that this was just a stupid joke. The two older kids held his stare, unblinking.
“You’re kidding, right?” Austin finally said.
“No way. They’re real,” Eddy replied. “Nasty little things too.”
“Yeah. You never heard the tale about the slaughtered troop in these very woods, thirty years ago? A kid by the name of George or Gerald was the only survivor. They found him covered in blood and ranting about wild animals. His hand was ripped off. They chalked it all up to wolves, but we know better.”
“So… if they’re dangerous, why are we going to hunt for one?”
“It’s a test of courage that all Newbies have to take,” Eddy answered.
Austin’s stomach fluttered. Again, he waited for a punch line.
Eddy shook his head. “The…
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