Seven lives.


    Seven lives.


    Seven lives.


    Not enough.


    And I will never have enough.


    It took me much longer than it should have to get back to my cave. Steven and Darren sit at the dying fire. Ugh, they are so wasteful Darren probably influenced Steven to lay around and do nothing instead of gathering some resources. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Oh, how I hate Darren.


    I step into the cave and they both get tense. Good.


    “Well, had a nice morning gentlemen?” I ask.


    “Oh you have no idea-” Darren starts but Steven cuts him off.


    “Not really,” Steven says “We were worried about you,” Darren frowns.


    “Well good thing I''m safe,” I reply. I sit down next to them and grab my bear head. “So, what are your guy''s plans for today?”


    “Actually,” Darren starts, “We were just about to head out and gather resources for today since now we know you are safe. Right, Steven?” Darren grabs his knife and gets up.


    “Right,” Steven quickly says as he gets up as well. They both leave without saying their goodbyes. Wow, these boys need to learn their manners. At least I have the cave all to myself. Then I turn to my right. Someone set up a trap.


    Someone is trying to kill me. How dare they!