12 Grubworm the Blood Thirsty.

Young Three split a piece of bamboo with her hands leaving a trough shaped crevice into which she dumped the fur and some leaves.

She used the fire bow and rock to attempt to ignite it. She pumped and pumped until it finally caught. She added some dead twigs to it .Then Young Three pulled one of the tusks from the pig.

Young Three looked at Joe.

"Ever disemboweled anything before?"

"No First Sergeant."

"The first thing we have to do is to is cut open the belly you have to go deep enough to break skin but not so deep as to nick the stomach or intestines. I am going to bend down one of these stalks I need you to stand on the end until I can tie this pig to it so it can hang."

She ripped the last of Joe's underwear into strips then jumped 30 or 40 inches in the air to grab part of the bamboo. She came down to the ground and Joe did as instructed standing patiently on the end of the tree. The pig was tied and when they let the bamboo take the weight it held the pig about a foot off of the ground. Young Three squatted down then slit the throat of the pig. Unless it was bled properly the meat would taste far too strong. She had placed another bamboo cell underneath to catch the liquid. Joe was admiring Three's skill and her ass. When he thought of last night his loins stirred.

"Grubworm I can feel where your eyes are. I imagine that your inch worm has grown a little right now hehehe. In a week you won't be able to keep your hands off of me. Get back to work. Since you figured out how to cut one stalk cut down another."

"This recruit is weak from hunger and can't lift his arms."

"Want a refreshing beverage Grubworm?"

"That would be outstanding First Sergeant."

She brought the now full cell over to Joe. He knew better than to refuse so he took a swallow. It tasted exactly as he imagined it like a truck stop bathroom smells and eating a roll of pennies. The warmth that spread though his body was completely unexpected though. His aches and fatigue dissipated by half at least.

"Woah that's good stuff First Sergeant. Was that a demonic pig?"

"A baby one barely a year old. They can grow as large as a horse. Their tusks can be bigger than my hands. Several fools in the sect have tried to tame them for riding one or two with moderate sucess. By that I mean they can sit on two of the older sows without them attempting to eat their errant riders. The pigs are omnivores but seem to prefer flesh. I was serious Grubworm these pigs are man-eaters."

Her tone went from jolly to sad in a heartbeat.

Young Three went back to work on the pig while Joe was digging roots.

She started by dragging the tooth down from the fork in the pig's back legs to just below it's jawline. Next she pinched off the lower intestine just below it's exit port then sliced the tube just above her thumb and forefinger. She tied the open end of the stomach and colon off like a balloon then let it fall from her hand. She made a two bird's nest like basket from the twiggy limbs from the tops of the bamboo. She raked the offal out into the bigger newly made basket. She separated the heart, lungs and liver placing them into the other.

"Feed the fire while I'm away Grubworm. I need to get this pile out of here before it starts to stink." Young Three carried the guts into the woods in the direction she had chased the pig.

Joe halfheartedly fed some of the bigger pieces of dead fall into the fire while she was gone. He heard twigs crackling in the undergrowth and thought the worst. That one of those pigs had finally come for him.

Here I am out in the woods with my dick hanging in the breeze. I ain't going out like a bitch he had an inner monologue as he grabbed his axe.

"I saw the smoke from your fire pig poacher. Now prepare to die." An icy voice spoke from the shadows of the bamboo.

A fist sized cobble flew from the same direction Joe dodged it. "Yarrrrgh!" Joe let out a war cry as he zig zagged towards the speaker. He spun like a top with his axe then struck an average sized man wearing a pair of blue overalls in the side with his weapon. The man absorbed the blow with a grunt. Joe let loose of the axe then jumped onto the guy wrapping his legs around the stranger's waist. He clawed at the man's face gouging his eyes with his thumbs and biting the man's neck. The assault was furious and quick. The man fought back beating on Joe's head and attempting to wrench Joe's thumbs away from his face. He was successful but that didn't keep Joe's teeth from the man's nose. Joe kept biting until he tasted blood. The man finally got Joe on the ground. As the man stood over Joe he pulled out a fillet knife from a sheath tied to his thigh.

"You fucking caveman. I'll feed your testicles to the pigs tonight. I'll keep you alive long enough to let your screams of agony lull me to sleep. Young Three is going to be so happy with me I might get to keep some of this meat myself." the man spoke self-satisfied.

A flying kick to his head stopped any further conversation from the stranger.

"Soup Bone you fool why did you beat up my Grubworm. The only one allowed to instruct a recruit in First Sergeant's care is the First. Sergeant. It seems to me that Soup Bone can benefit from an education today as well."

Soup Bone was now naked by the fire squatting next to Joe eating a skewered piece of heart.

"Young Three can I have my boots back at least before I leave?" Soup Bone pleaded. He had a piece of Joe's ripped up underwear shoved into his both of his nostrils to stop the blood from running down his droopy fu manchu moustache. His dead fish eyes betraying no emotion.

"No way in hell that's happening. You came after my recruit with lethal intentions. Your clothes and knife are the spoils of war." Young Three was licking grease from her fingers. She was craving a proper beer not the subpar product she brewed at home.

"I have a bar of soap and some black pepper at home I will trade for my boots back. Those boots only had 4 owners before me they are practically brand new. I am willing to cough up some Ray Man instant noodles for my overalls. The knife you can keep I have another." He negotiated.

"How much pepper? How many noodles? Also there better be a spoken apology to my disciple."

"Disciple hehehe you are her disciple…sorry my condolences younger brother. I will give two packs of noodles and a full container of pepper. No more than that or else I walk home bare assed."

"Deal. Now Grubworm, you will say hello to your martial brother Soup Bone. Also say you are sorry for trying to bite off his nose."

Joe was almost getting immune to feelings over death.' It's ludicrous my life was only worth an apology and a worn down knife. They spent more time dickering over the clothes.' Joe smiled.

"Hello Soup Bone this recruit's name is Grubworm. Sorry we tried to kill one another."

"Brothers always try to kill each other. Cain and Abel started that tradition here no worries."

"Yes Cain did kill Abel or so this recruit has read."

"Not from the story in the Bible I meant Brother Cain lost his spare socks in a game of dice to Brother Abel. Brother Cain came to the conclusion that it would be easier to kill Abel than to win them back in another dice game."