Art is not mine

Will's P.O.V.

I look around, scanning the ground filled with green grass. It's autumn... The leaves are wooden brown, sunny yellow or firey red and have fallen on the ground... We step on them which makes them crunch beneath us. (It fills us with determination) I'm eating a squirrel, it's blood runs down my throat and down my neck and chest, eventually making it's way down my stomach from the outside and the inside. I eventually finish off it's furry little body, eating the fur intact with it's body. I walk down the  dirt path, eventually finding a river which is filled with fish as the birds travel in the skys. A bear is seen in the distance. I'm out here, far away from any civilization.