I walked silently to surround this weird but meaty creature that was standing under the tree.

Any minor mistake can cost the hunt. So, I carefully avoided twigs along the way.

The plan was simple. The female version of me will be the one to grab its attention and that's where I come in. I would come out of the bush and forcefully hold onto the creature as long as I can. While that's happening, she will stab its legs with her sharp stick so it wouldn't be able to escape. Finally, taking out the rocks in our pockets, we'll keep on smashing the poor creature's head until it ultimately dies to two hungry teenagers.

The plan was going smoothly, until the creature suddenly lied down on the ground. I think it's trying to fall asleep. Wait, this can work in our favor. This hunt was basically over before it even started! All we had to do is wait for it to sleep until its senses cease to function.

Quickly, I raised my hand in front of her to signal to stop. She also did the same and made a thumbs-up pose to me which meant she probably knew what my plan is.

A few minutes passed. No doubt. The creature has entered deep into its sleep. Observing its belly, I could see it slowly going up and down. From what I know, that happens only when one is truly sleeping.

I breathe to focus myself.

Alright. With the sharp stick in my hand, I went out of the bush. . Shortly after, she too went out with a stick in her hand. Together, we slowly approached the sleeping meal. She came from the front and I, from the back.

We stopped at a certain distance from the creature and looked at each other awaiting an order. A few seconds later, we simultaneously nodded our heads and attempted the killing blow.

I have never killed an animal before. However, now that I'm in this situation. The hesitation I expected never came. It's as if my entire being is alive at this entire moment. Is this what they call 'in the zone'?

I felt a strange feeling in my hand. It was firm yet tender at the same time. It was the feeling of stabbing flesh.

The creature was forcefully woken up with two sticks impaled into its legs. Before it could even mutter a sound, its head was instantly bashed with the sharpest rock we could find. Both of our hands gradually got bloodier the more we strike. It must be in excruciating pain right now...

But, we didn't pay heed into its emotions. After all, both of us were hungry.

"...I think we messed up its head too much."

If this were a crime scene, it would be a gory one. The head was completely smashed, however, I can't explain how horrible this looks. Most importantly, its main body remained essentially unharmed.

With this, the hunt was over.