[Warning: Death is mentioned and described in this chapter. However, no characters are killed.]

"You sons of bitches," Zayn complained, rolling onto his stomach and covering his ears. "There is a special spot in hell for people who wake up other people at ungodly hours." Liam laughed, tickling Zayn's feet. He nearly got kicked in the face, but that didn't stop him from continuing. Louis giggled along with Liam and went in to tickle Zayn's armpits.

"Hey Zaynie, it's time to get up. You know why? I'll tell you why. We're hunting!" Niall exclaimed, pushing on Zayn's side.

Zayn rolled over and sat up to look at Niall, "we're what?!"

"Hunting," Harry answered, throwing a pair of shorts Zayn's way, "get dressed, loser."

Zayn let out a groan and then told the others to scram as he got ready for the day. They packed a few snacks with them and then head out. Liam apparently hadn't slept very well considering he had sharpened several branches they could use to try and hunt. Niall was able to find a pair of scissors they could use if needed.

The five of them set out, Liam in the lead followed by Harry, then Louis, then Niall and lastly Zayn pulling up the rear. They walked in a single-file line, all of them aware of their surroundings. They constantly peered over their shoulders, on the look out for any movement beside themselves. Louis stepped on a twig which broke beneath his weight and nearly scared the shit out of Niall who was following behind him.

Niall gasped, clutching his chest, Zayn running into him. "You--do you think you can, like, walk quieter? You nearly made me shit my pants and you would have to have changed me."

"Daddy-Louis," Zayn mumbled, "I like it." Louis turned to glare at Zayn, but Zayn only gave him a wink.

Liam turned around, "guys, please, come on. We have a mission. We must focus. Focus your attention on the hunt. And can't we just get along for, like, two seconds? Okay, maybe more than two seconds, because I need you all to not kill each other. It's bad enough we're here, right?" The other four nodded and they continued to trudge on. Liam was obviously the leader, making the trail the others would follow. He moved fairly fast, but still made sure they didn't step in anything that looked too fishy or made him feel uneasy.

Harry was the cartographer, drawing a general map of their travels. It didn't look very good, but at least he understood what he was trying to depict. Louis was the photographer, taking a few pictures here and there on his camera that had actually survived the plane crash. He would use the pictures for reference later when he sat down to draw, if he actually got the time to do so. Niall was, what the boys called, the pack mule. He carried a backpack with snacks, extra weapons, first-aid essentials and a few water bottles. Zayn was the lazy ass who wasn't really interested in the whole hunting-thing to begin with so he lagged behind the rest, taking his time making his way through the forest. He mainly focused on things they could collect on the way home like berries or other edible things.

Zayn was also a professional complainer. "Ugh, is it time for lunch yet? My stomach is about to eat itself. I might eat myself," Zayn said.

Liam stopped, causing Harry to nearly fall after running into him, and turned to face Zayn. "Bro, suck it up. We haven't even been out here for ten minutes," Liam claimed. Zayn let out an exaggerated huff and slowly caught up with the others. They continued to walk in a line, following the trail Liam had created.

Suddenly each of the boys turned their heads to look at something they had seen from the corner of their eye. It was a large, ugly bird pecking at the ground, most likely eating small insects or flowers. It didn't seem to realize the five boys were there and continued to munch on its own lunch. It was Liam who realized that it was a wild turkey they were dealing with. (Turns out his several years as a Boy Scout did come in handy.)

Liam turned his head to glance at Harry who was looking at him for instruction. Liam reached into the deep pocket of his shorts and pulled out one of the weapons he had carved so carefully with the same pair of scissors Niall was carrying. He also pulled out a sharp rock he had found closer to the coast. He made sure each of the other boys had their weapons drawn and were ready to attack. He was the first to lunge at the bird, using the sharp rock to cut its throat.

Niall was next, after throwing his backpack to the side, and used the weapon Liam had crafted to stab the turkey in the back. He watched in horror as the turkey fell, bleeding out. He looked to Harry, Louis and Zayn who stood still as they watched the other two, their jaws dropped. Niall dropped the weapon at his side and fell to the ground, sitting up, just staring at the dying bird in front of him. Liam was on his side, breathing heavily as blood dripped from his hand. He had cut himself with the rock and needed some attention.

Harry quickly ran toward Liam, calling for Louis to throw him a water bottle as well as the clothing he had tossed into Niall's backpack. Louis did as he was ordered and watched at the sidelines as Harry cleaned Liam's hand with one of the water bottles, wrapping the long piece of clothing around Liam's palm, applying gentle pressure.

Zayn stood by himself, watching as the bird slowly died, the blood draining from his body as he inhaled and exhaled for the last few times in his life. He was surprised by how well executed attack was. He thought of how dangerous man is; how man would rather kill than be killed. He wondered if that was what it's like in all animal species. If there is a drive that keeps them fighting to survive in any sort of conditions.

"Zayn, you'll have to carry the bird back to camp," Harry said. He held onto Liam's hand as he got the young lad up off the ground. "I've got Liam and Lou's got to make sure Niall doesn't faint, so you've got the bird," Harry explained, seeing the confused look on Zayn's face.

Zayn nodded, swallowing the pit in his throat, ignoring the uneasy feeling he had running throughout his entire body and stepped forward to pick up the dead bird, wondering who or what would be next.

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They arrived back at camp soon after the incident. Louis lead Niall to his makeshift bed and the lad laid down. Zayn took off the backpack he had carried and set the turkey down to lay on top of one of the suitcases. He watched as Harry helped Liam sit down under the canopy and continued to aid Liam's cut.

Louis walked over toward Zayn. "We'll need to preserve the bird somehow. I was thinking we could use one of those boxes we found in the rear of the plane and line it up with the plastic bags we collected from the various suitcases." Louis let out a chuckle. "I never thought that plastic bags would be so handy."

Zayn didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement and helped Louis with the bird. They'd save it for later once the sun started to set. After they had the bird in a box, they dug a fairly deep hole and placed the box in it, covering it back up with sand to keep it cool and well preserved. They both hoped it would taste alright later that day.

Harry had declared it nap time, saying none of them really had the energy to do anything else since the sun had worn them out. Louis had to admit that he felt fatigued and his legs were worn out from hiking up hill basically all morning. Zayn just didn't want to do a thing. He was still in shock and feared dying himself. He thought of how the bird didn't even see it coming and how he himself could have been the bird.

A misfortune, his mother would have said, a sad misfortune.

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The video I added has no relation to the chapter at all, I just really like it so I hope you like it, too! :) As for the chapter, it's getting more interesting to see how the boys are trying to survive.

Question: How do you think Zayn feels after seeing the turkey be killed? What does it make him realize?