Mads Shadowtail

The Big Game

It was a crisp afternoon as she leapt into the ravine crashing through the branches. Slowing her descent into the gorge that held the shallow river. By the fourth branch she stopped counting which snaps were coming from her frail malnourished body or the dying branches. Falling she saw flashes of brown and orange keeping her eyes mostly shut so as not to blind herself. Once the trees became greener and started slowing her as they bent before breaking she was able to open her eyes more reliably. She found herself a few branches from the ground. Writhing in pain, the buzzing of the drone above caught her attention forcing her to move again. As she was dropping to the last branch gunshots rang out from above followed by yelling.