Chapter 225: Freakn' Out

Kill it!

The scorpion scuttled across his path, the pointed stinger poised in a high arch over its segmented back. Nasty buggers. They could cause quite the sting. At camp, if you spotted one, you immediately killed it. Squish! Boot stomped hard. Yes, it would make a crunchy wet noise. And, yes, some of the veterans liked to mock the fresh faces by faking little screams when a newbie had to make his first kill. The expression on their faces? Priceless.

The critter scampered close, but this one time, Derrick let the scorpion live. Why not? Out here in the middle of who the fuck cared, it wasn't likely he'd run into it again. Besides, lifting his foot would waste some precious energy. He needed every ounce he could get.