The Hunt

You’re walking the dark streets of the city, and even though it’s a warm night you’re wearing a heavy jacket, head hung low under a wide brim hat that casts shadows on your already heavily shadowed body. You walk quietly and through sparsely populated streets, often darting between alleys, never looking anyone in the eye. Tonight, you don’t want to be noticed. No one must remember your face, or be able to say you were there. Tonight, you are a predator of the night, a large, dangerous wolf amongst soft, unsuspecting lambs…and you are on the hunt.

In the distance you see flashes of red and blue lights and turn the opposite direction. It is dangerous, to be a hunter. Unlike the animals, where if the wolf grabs a lamb, the others simply run away and hope that next time it isn’t them, these ‘lambs’ have protectors, Sheppard dogs, whose jobs are specifically to find the hunters, and take them away.

You cannot be found. You cannot be taken. It will be the end of everything, and you’re need is great. You hunt for the same reason anything hunts: you are hungry.

The night is early, and you have only just begun. Now you must decide where you’re hunting grounds will be tonight. Nearby is a park, heavily hidden by trees, an ideal spot for an attack: however, it is night time, and you’re prey will be highly unlikely to be there alone, let alone be there at all.

Or, you can hunt the city alleys, pick someone out from the street: the dark of the alley would hide you, but the prey could scream, and the hunters are always out there…