[ WP ] A hunter takes off into the wilderness on a week-long hunting trip . Two days into the trip he starts to realise that something is hunting him .

**Day 2** 
 
 I think it was a good idea, keeping the journal. I might enjoy looking back over this at some point. I've numbered each day out in advance, and set aside a little time to write something. Right now, the sun is rising and I'm sitting in this dingy cabin with a bowl of porridge -- there's no rabbit left from yesterday. I'll dress properly and set out once I'm done eating. Hopefully today will be better. 
 
 Come noon, and I've found two deer and four rabbits. Not bad, eh? I managed to shoot every rabbit and the one deer. I returned to the cabin to dig around for some more ammo. I wasted a lot going after that second deer, the bastard. It's looking better than yesterday anyhow. The rabbits were skinned easy enough and one had enough meat on them for a quick lunch. 
 
 After cooking them, I also noticed that there were marks around the back of the cabin. A bunch of paws, like wolves or something. I'll give it a better look later. I'm going to set off once I'm done eating. 
 
 I spent two hours looking through the forest for game, but found nothing. I went back to the cabin to investigate the tracks. They look like wolf ones. I ca n't tell how fresh they are though. They might have came the night earlier, smelling food from the cabin. I took a piss in the general area. That should make them back off right? Territorial kind of thing? 
 
 I happened upon another deer, but I missed it again. It seemed pretty scared before I came upon it, and me snapping a twig set the bastard off. I fired at it twice, I think I grazed its side. Back at the cabin, I noticed scratches around the back. If I hear anything tonight, I'll open fire. 
 
 **Day 3** 
 
 I heard something out there. Down behind the back wall of the cabin. I went out with my shotgun, but by the time I went around, there was nothing but tracks. I waited a couple minutes, but I was far too tired to continue. I skinned the deer and prepared some meat to pass the night away. 
 
 I found the deer again, the one I had grazed with a bullet. It was lying on the floor of the forest, its throat ripped not-so-cleanly out. I saw scratch marks all up its belly, and noticed my bullet lodged in a tuft of fur. The shot had struck bone. The kill was fresh though, as far as I could tell. I wo n't lie, I heard something padding across leaves behind me, and made a hasty retreat. I'm sure I'm over reacting. It'll be funny to look back on this in a year or so and 
 
 I heard that scratching again, and a howl. I'm writing this from outside now. It calms me a bit. There are more tracks around the house, and I swear I spotted something along the tree line. I fired at it, but the thing slunk out of sight, unharmed. Jesus, I'm on edge. I feel like the things wo n't attack me if I'm armed and out in the open. Surely they understand what a gun can do, right? 
 
 It was quiet out there for a while, so I went back inside. I have enough food that I wo n't need to hunt for a bit, I think. I'm going to dedicate the next couple of days to relaxing and making sure those wolves fuck off. 
 
 **Day 4** 
 
 Another sleepless night. More scratching and howling outside. I left the cabin and just unloaded my guns in their general direction. Fucking hell, I have no idea how much ammo i wasted. I heard something cry out ( hopefully in pain ), and went back inside somewhat satisfied. 
 
 I just saw a wolf in the window. It was there, looking at me. I almost fired at it, but realised that the extra wall of glass might help me out a bit. It went off eventually, but goddamn if I did n't shit myself looking at it. I'm going to need to give this cabin some renovations. 
 
 Gun in one hand, axe in the other, I left and gathered wood. Heaps of it too. I do n't think I saw anything out there. Perhaps I scared the fuckers off. 
 
 From there, I piled the stuff inside and went to work with an old hand saw I found. I made enough planks to board every window, and I think come night I'll board the door too. Then, with the rest of the stuff I lit the fireplace. That extra bit of warmth, though largely unnecessary makes me feel better. 
 
 I lit some fires around the house, now that the moon is out. Small ones, mind you, but fires none the less. It should keep the fuckers away. I boarded the door, and gave my stores I was once over. I think I have enough to last me one more day, then I'll have to fetch more. I hope to Christ I'll be dining on wolf come Saturday. 
 
 **Day 5** 
 
 Today was boring, yet I'm still very much on edge. I did n't leave the house. All throughout the day I heard them, scratching, digging doing whatever the fuck they please. At one point, I boarded the door and slowly opened it. I spied two of the bastard just ahead. Five bullets later, the shitheads were dead! I find solace in that. I hope it'll scare them off. 
 
 I think I misjudged the food. I'll have literally nothing for tomorrow, bar one bowl of porridge. I need to hunt at some point because I'm out here for a while longer, I think it'll be till Monday. That's when the people who own this damn retreat will come and pick me up. 
 
 **Day 6** 
 
 It's late noon, and I'm starving. I ate the last porridge at around midnight. I could n't sleep. Some time today, when the howling dies down, I'll go out there and see if I can pick off a few of those bastard wolves. I only need one, really. That'll give me enough food to last. 
 
 The howling stopped. I ca n't hear any scratching. I think I'm going to go out and do it. Please god, if you're out there let me survive this ordeal. I only need one wolf. Right by the door to drag back in. Easy. I can do it. 
 
 
 **Day 7** 
 
 
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 **Monday 23/3/ PICK UP DAY** 
 
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