Slosh! The damp ground splashed around my feet. In NZ I didn't have to worry about any predators. With my makeshift bow in my hand, I was safe.
My name is Blake and i had found myself stranded on a rocky shore in NZ with a bow and 10 arrows. I heard a noise behind me. I spun around and shot at the possum I had killed it. At least now I have dinner.
I collected some kindling and swaggered back to the hut. I hauled my arrow out of the possum. Slowly the sky got darker!!
By Azriel
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