Surviving

Night time is when I wake up. I've never really understood why to be honest but when the sun is up, I'm slower than normal. I can't think. All I want to do is sleep. But when the night arrives, I feel alive. I feel awake. I'm more aware. And above all else, I'm more lethal.
My dad is no fool, he would never approach me when the sun is down. And the town is full of superstitious people who fear the forest. There are no creatures in the forest either.
So I relaxed a bit. I settled down with my back against the wall. And opened a pack of jerky, biting down on the hard meat. My life was about to get hard.
I sighed. Lessons were going through my hand over and over. I always thought when I actually had to follow my dad's lessons I'd freak out. I'd have a heart attack and just die immediately. Strangely though, it was the opposite. I was calm and collected.
I sighed a pulled my map out of the small pocket, and searched for the place my dad told me to go, whenever I was in need of a safe place to go. It was marked on my map. A small area circled in red, labelled safe. Long Island, New York. It was a ways away.
I was taught how to survive in the wild. Could I honestly get there while avoiding well, society. Unlikely, but I'd have to. It's not like I could go in to a town with a sniper rifle strapped to my back now could I?
I was shaken from my though when the sound of crunching snow reached my ears. Instantly I flipped over on my stomach and looked through the scope.
Whatever was coming was humanoid in shape. But much to big to actually be human. and there was something protruding from.it's chest. Something I recognised. It was my father's combat knife.

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