(Author’s Note: Slowly settling in. New stuff will be coming soon. Here’s today’s Fictioneers, just for you!)
© Erin Leary
The Greatest American…Hunter?!
by Miles H. Rost
It was supposed to be a fun filled weekend of paintball and male bonding for the 50 men from Woodbridge Manufacturing. All expenses paid by the company.
It turned into a fight for survival.
In a swamp, close to the cabin, two clumps off reeds stood among old broken tree stumps. Terry and Gonzalo peered through the reeds, fear covering their face.
“I didn’t sign up for this!”
“Quiero ir a casa con mi esposa.”
“I understand that, mi amigo.”
They both held their paintball guns up, looking around for their predator. A rustling made Terry jump.
“GYAH”
*boom*
“OW! I’ve been SHOT! This does NOT HAPPEN to me!”
Terry turned around to find his boss, the expert paintballer, on the ground. A big red stain covered his chest. His eyes went wide. Gonzalo shook his head.
“Estás en problemas ahora, jefe.”
Music and Fiction 
Oh my, you made me laugh!!! Thank you, thank you! What a delightful story.
Never go paintballing with the boss – it’s in the rule book. Fun fun.
I’ve learned this the hard way.
Paintball sounds like a fatal game.. great voice in this.
It can be if you get shot in the neck. XD
Heh, that was fun. So much for the bonding. The trailer and music fit perfectly.
Nice story. Would have liked to know more about the ‘predator,’ if was just the paintballers or something else. Maybe that’s just me thinking dark. Thanks.
Nice double take, Miles. Rule number 1 of corporate paintball: let the boss win. 🙂
Yes, what David said! Always let the boss win (which, really, is so not fair, is it?)
Oh my … is this a boys will be boys situation or what …???!!!
Fun read and take on the photo prompt.
Isadora 😎
Not a great way to spend a weekend! Fun ending.