The Last Few Minutes Of My Life

I hid there behind thick undergrowth. I held my breath. I was praying along that those men with guns wouldn’t notice me. Someone fired in my direction. The first shot missed. Another shot was fired. It found me. I was hit on my leg. Pain seared through it. I tried to run, dragging my leg. I was unsuccessful. Usually very swift, and silent, I made too much of noise and couldn’t move. A third shot was fired. It found its mark on my back. I collapsed. I lasted long enough o see them coming out, cheering loudly, and saw them take out knives. I prayed that I should be the last of my kind to die. Slowly enveloped in darkness, I felt myself losing consciousness. And that was how my life as a deer ended.