Stronger

As the deer collapsed, so did Irema he lost a lot of blood and was barely staying awake. "Fuck I'm gonna have to stich this up, luckily it didn't pass through the bone, or else I would have surely died with a broken leg." He said panting with exhaustion. "I'll call the deer the 'skewer' since those horns are sharp as hell, although it didn't full pierce through the tree it still managed to stick into it." Irema said as he tore off multiple thin horns off the deer, to use it as a sewing needle. Irema then grabbed his shit and and tore it a bit to get the thread to use. "Fuck this is gonna hurt, even more than when the skewer hit me." He said as he grabbed the horn and thread, he started to weave through both the entry wound and exit wound. "Fuck how can anyone stand piercing their skin with a needle." Irema cried out in pain as the last time he had stitches was when he was younger.

"I guess I'll use the mosquito stinger to drain the blood of the 'skewer'." Irema said as he stuck the stinger into the deer's stomach. As he waited a couple of seconds and blood didn't come out he realized something. "I'm such an idiot I have to suck the blood out, fuck. Irema said in outrage not only did he have to suck out the blood, he also had to suck on the stinger, which disgusted him in many ways. "Ok let's think of it as a straw of some sort." He tried to calm himself down by thinking of drinking a shake of some sort. As Irema began to suck on the stinger and blood was soon to come out, before the blood came out he stopped sucking in the stinger and blood came gushing out of the deer.

One to two minutes later no more blood came out. "Ok let's see how the meat of the skewer looks." He said as he grabbed one of the arrows and cut its stomach open letting all the non edible parts spew out of it. He then began to cut the legs off of it and grabbed all the meat that looked edible or somewhat at least.

"Ok now time to make a fire and grill it up, I'm sure its poisonous but I'll have to make do and it a little at a time, maybe I'll make some jerky with some of the meat." Irema said as his mouth was quivering with fear as he thought he would die if it was poisonous. Starting a fire and cooking the meat as perfectly as he could. It took ten minutes until Irema was satisfied with how the meat looked. "Here goes nothing" Irema gulped hoping he wouldn't die that quick. Taking a small bite of the meat "Eww this shit taste disgusting, but at least it doesn't taste poisonous, but to be sure I'll wait a couple of minutes to see if their is a reaction.

A couple of minutes later and nothing happened at all. "Hmm did the government lie and say it was poisonous, because I know I have no immunity to the poison." Irema wondered in thought of what was happening. "It couldn't be possible that the blood is poisonous and the government just didn't find a way to get all of the blood out right?" He said looking at the stinger of the mosquito. "I'll have to kill another 'skewer' and test out my theory, but I'll have to wait till my would heals up." Irema said hoping his theory was somewhat right. "Well for now I'll just make the rest of the meat into jerky so I can have something to eat when I'm hungry."

Two weeks later the wound healed up and Irema took out the stitches of the thread. "Damn why doesn't it hurt much if I pull of the thread" Irema complained to himself. Ok I have jerky to keep me full for a while at least one month it ration it out. I'll start to train more and figure out how to actually shot and run at the same time.

Irema then created a moving technique that had no common pattern. "Damn this movement technique took three weeks to make and it not even perfect, I hope it works well enough." He said as he finished up learning how to shot and run at the same time, he wasn't perfect at it but it would do since he had a weird moving technique that he couldn't even understand himself.

Unbeknownst to himself he had grown even stronger. "Hmm it hasn't been long do I have to add even more exercises to my routine." Irema said as he could do around five hundred pushups and what not while barely braking a sweat.

"Now it's time to see if my theory was right and see if the 'skewers' meat is actually poisonous. If the meat is poisonous I'll make it into jerky and give it to my dogs when I get back, I hope their saving the mosquito carcasses." Irema said with a depressed tone of voice as he missed his frogs and hope they wouldn't starve.

Irema walked for a while and saw some more 'skewer' deer. He didn't attack since they were in a group and he would surely die if he provoked them. Irema decided to walk into their line of sight as to not accidentally call upon their ire. Walking in front of them the deer decided to keel eating. "Maybe the deer are passive unless provoked, since none of them want to attack me first." Irema said as he was trying to rank the animals hes seen thus far in the Amazon rain forest and here.

Walking a bit farther away and he saw a lone skewer deer. Instead of hiding and hoping to sneak attack it Irema decided to try out his movement technique. At first he didn't attack the skewer deer and let the deer attack him. He dodged all the horns and then decided to kill the deer with one shot. A 'whiz sound was made for a brief second and the deer fell to the ground.