[center][color=red][h2]Abel[/h2][/color][/center] Abel continued his journey through the woods. It had been a fairly boring journey thus far. Suddenly the sight sound and smell of a small fire caught his attention. Slowly approaching, he saw a single older gentleman, armed with only a hunting rifle sitting in front a small fire. Able composed himself as he broke through the foliage to confront the man. "Hello friend." Abel said, hands extended out in a gesture of nonviolence. The man grabbed his rifle and quickly spun towards the direction Able emerged from the forest. "Easy there friend." Able cooed at the man, hands still outstretched in a nonviolent manner. "I mean no harm to you." Able said in monotonous tone. "I saw your fire and would like to rest my weary bones." Able continued. The man shook nervously as he tried to discern Abel's motives. "Are, are you a bandit?" The man demanded, pushing his rifle forward towards Able. "Not at all friend." Able replied. "If you look, all I have is a shotgun on my back and a satchel on my back. I'm not equipped to be a bandit." Able continued to walk closer to the man. His revolver and knife hidden in his waistband. The man lowered his rifle slightly. "Ok, but if you try anything, I'll kill you." The man said trying to sound intimidating. "Fair enough." Able said plopping himself down in front of the fire. For the next hour the two men exchanged pleasantries. The man began to relax around Able as they continued to talk. Suddenly, when the opportunity presented itself, Able took and sucker punched the man, knocking him unconscience. Several hours later the man awoke, tied to a tree. He saw Able squatted over and stoking the fire. "What the fuck?" The man exclaimed. Able turned from the fire and walked to the man. "Morning sunshine." Able said laughing. "What do you want you sick fuck?" The man asked Able. "I've just got a quick question for you." Able said. He pulled his knife out of his lower back sheath and held it to the man's neck. "Want to know how I got these scars?" Able asked. "Wha, what?" The man replied. Able took his knife and pulled it back from the man's throat. Able laughed loudly. "You should have seen your face." Able laughed. The man joined in on the laughter. Abel's eyes narrowed. "I didn't say you could laugh." as he jammed the knife into the man's throat. Able held the knife in the man's throat as he watched the life drain from the man. Able cleaned and dressed the man. As he cut off pieces of meat from the man he began to cook it. It would help the meat last slightly longer than it otherwise would. About halfway from cooking the man Able heard a twig snap behind him. He turned to see a mutated mountain lion. It was the size of a bear, it's teeth long and jagged and clumps of hair missing from its coat. The mountain lion was in attack mode as Able put his hands out in a non aggressive gesture. "Hey there bud." He said to the wild cat. "I've cooked as much as I can carry of this. So, you can have everything else. I'm just going to walk away and you can have it all." The wild cat went from an attack posture to a relaxed one. Able slowly slunk into the woods as the cat crept into the camp and devoured the remains of the man Able had not cooked. Once Able was sure the wild cat was not following him, he turned and began to continue to jog east.