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© 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.”