hunting bag

islenskur replied to your post “sorry for so many but im a nosy son of a bitch: ☮ ✌ ☪ ✓”

i am on the hunt for a new bag and am curious to see what is the one you want?

this is the bag, the ‘Mr Bone Mailman’ from Deadly Ponies:

it’s a shoulder bag, and i want it dreadfully, I have a bigger one from this designer and I love it but it’s technically an overnight bag and it is Just Too Big for daily use unless I really wanna fuck up my back again

theplagueofstars  asked:

“Tell me then… what will you do if the dawn does not come? Simply perish like all of the rest? No.” He smirked. “You are far too stubborn for that. Go out fighting instead? Your king is weak. I am the far stronger man than he will ever be.”

Still walking forward, Petra smirked at the Chancellor’s words - he was a politician through and through. Manipulative, coercing and with just a hint of drama.

“Oh I’m stubborn, I’ll give you that.” Another couple of yards went by in silence and Petra crossed over the dim blue runes of the haven. Dropping his bag of hunting gear to the ground, the once-guard turned on the spot and gestured with open arms.

“If you’re so much stronger than His Highness, then cross the damn runes.”

So my spouse’s stepfather died about two weeks ago, and I’m back in Maryland for the memorial service and to help clean out some off his stuff… no problem so far

I’m tasked with cleaning up his hunting stuff, clearing the pockets of literally everything to make sure there are no unspent shells in any pockets (I’ve found one .223 round so far, and an about half way through), and I come across a pack of Trojans and samples of cialis and levitra. In a hunting bag. They were all unopened, and I’m not sure he ever used that bag for hunting, but it’s rather suspicious, since he always went hunting for a week away from my mother in law.

Do I tell her? Tell my spouse, since it’s her mother?

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My somewhat traditionalist gear/medicine bag. Hunting, camping, wilderness survival, the old fashioned way.

Terrible Things Part 6

Imagine Dean surprising you for your birthday.

Author: hogwartsismyhometoo

Word Count: 2,472

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Traveling with the Winchesters was like falling asleep after a really bad day and having the best dreams. I found a great quote by Dr. Seuss that I scribbled down and left for Dean in his hunting bag: “You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” That’s what being with Dean was. I tossed and turned every night, every inch of my body tingling with energy and anticipation of the next day, the next hunt.

And it wasn’t just Dean, it was everyone. It was belonging, it was being a misfit then finding your place in a group full of them. It was knowing that you had a place in the bed next to the man you loved, a seat in the back of the car reserved for you, an ongoing conversation with your family. It was having nothing but the open road ahead of you. It was adventure and laughter and passion and love. It was Sam’s hugs, Charlie’s bad puns, Cas’ comfort, Dean’s kisses. It was all of it and it was mine.

My mind used to wander back to Starryedge and to the diner for the first few weeks on the road. But after realizing that there was no going back, that there was nothing worth going back for, the details of the town started to blur in my mind. I couldn’t remember what Hadley looked like anymore, couldn’t recall what color my bathroom had been painted. Then I realized I didn’t care.

The bunker, the Impala, Dean, this was my home now. This is right where I wanted to be.

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300 follower smut continuation (KBTBB) Revenge - Epilogue.

[I wrote this like SEVEN times. I was trying to figure out what would be the best way to leave it at an open ending, so in the future I could perhaps continue it. CUZ I DON’T WANT IT TO END. This is what I went for. Warning - No smut. (soz guys) Again, tagging @teresa-yukibito. ENJOY.]

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On November 12, 1966, 18-year-old Robert Smith murdered five people at Rose-Mar College of Beauty in Mesa, Arizona. He entered the college carrying a brown paper bag that contained 200 ft. of nylon cord, a package of large plastic sandwich bags, two hunting knives, a .22-caliber pistol and extra ammunition. The plan was to bind the women, place the plastic bags over their head and watch them suffocate, but he realized they were too small to fit over their heads. Once inside, no one noticed his entrance, so he fired one shot into the mirror and then ushered the five women and two children into a back room. He ordered them to lie on their stomachs with their heads together, the arrangement resembling spokes in a wheel as he shot most of them in the head. Four women and a three-year-old girl died, while another woman and a three-month-old baby survived with minor injuries.

Smith was known to be obsessed with the two mass murders that had happened that summer perpetrated by Richard Speck and Charles Whitman. When the police arrived, he willingly surrendered, flashing a big grin for what he had just done, saying: 

“I wanted to get known, just wanted to get myself a name.”

He was originally sentenced to death, but his sentence was commuted to life in prison when the death penalty was temporarily abolished.

How you met Calum:

Coffee had always been your saviour first thing in a morning before your classes. You hated it until you realised that it had magical powers that helped you finish essays at 3am. Although your classes had officially finished for the summer, you hadn’t managed to break the habit.

You smiled at the barista. “I’ll have a large Americano please.”

“What name?”

You told her yours and she told you the price. You reached into your pocket, expecting to find your purse. But you didn’t. You patted your pockets and hunted through your bag frantically. Shit. You must have left it at your parents’ house that morning.

“Let me get this,” the guy behind you said.

You reluctantly accepted his offer and thanked him. The coffees were quick to arrive and you mixed in your usual milk with two sugars.

“You must have had a hectic morning,” the stranger said.

You nodded as you breathed in the rich smell of the coffee.

“Do you want to talk about it? I hear talking to a stranger helps.”

You weighed up your options. It was either you went home and faced the music or sat in a coffee shop with a very attractive stranger who bought you coffee. You gestured to the seats and he eagerly followed you to them. Once you had settled, he waited for you to start talking.

“My sister’s getting married this Saturday and she nearly screamed the house down this morning because she found out I’d supposedly forgotten about the dress fitting last week. So she’s out for my head and my mum is equally as unimpressed with me.”

He sipped his coffee and leaned forward onto the table.

“Why did you miss the appointment?” he asked.

“I had a doctor’s appointment at the same time, I was supposed to get Rose to change dress fitting but I forgot because I hate going to the doctor and I had a final deadline for my coursework.”

You sighed.

“I get it.” The stranger smiled at you. “It’s all piling up against you.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “But I can’t say anything or Rose will say I’m trying to steal her thunder. She’s turned into a Bridezilla. She screamed at her maid of honour last week for drinking a chocolate milkshake.”

You noticed the guy had a cute smile; he laughed a little then lifted his cup.

“I suggest you go home with bags filled with chocolate and tell her you’re preparing for the wedding.”

“She’d either cry or rip my face off.” You took a mouthful from your cup. “I’m hoping for the latter. The bridesmaid dresses are awful. They’re bright yellow halter necks with full skirts. We’ll be walking targets for every bug outside.”

“They sound interesting. So have you rearranged the dressmaker?” he questioned.

You nodded and looked at your phone. “Rose is apparently sending me a new time.”

Message from Rose:

Rebooked the dress fitting, Mary is charging me extra for this! Be there at 10am or she can’t do the alterations by Saturday. Miss this and I swear I will divorce you as a sister! :) Love, Rosy.

You looked at the time. You were supposed to be there in five minutes.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s only made it for 10am. The place is across town, I walked here. God, she’s going to kill me,” you fretted with your hand on your forehead.

The stranger stood up and checked his phone. “I can give you a ride there?”

You either accepted his offer or your sister was going to kill you on the basis of you ruining her wedding.

“You are my saviour!” you said.

“I do like to help a damsel in distress every now and again,” he replied.

You followed him out of the coffee shop and he took you to his parked car. You hesitated before getting in.

He frowned at you. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know your name but I’m about to get in a car with you. You might be a murderer or something.”

“I’m Calum,” he informed you. “And I promise I’m not a murderer.”

You told him your name before adding, “And I’m not either.”

You climbed into the car and he drove to the address you gave him. You talked on the way to put yourself at ease.

“Tell me one thing about yourself,” you said.


You saw he was confused. You’d always had this thing as a kid that if you knew one thing about a stranger, they wouldn’t be strangers anymore. It was a strange logic but it helped put you at ease.

“It helps me. It comforts me when I meet new people.”

He nodded but still looked slightly confused.

“I’m in a band with my mates, we’re trying to make it big one day,” he told you. “I play bass. What about you? I want your one thing.”

“Oh?” Nobody had ever asked you before. Usually they just left it in hope that you’d go away.

“Yeah, I want your one thing.”

You nod. “I write poems, songs and stuff. I don’t mention it to anybody because it’s a load of crap mostly.”

“I write songs too.”

He pulled up at the side of the road, outside of the dress shop and got out of the car.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

“Coming with you to the appointment? I’m guessing you haven’t got a ride home.”

You shook your head. “My car’s in for a service.”

“I don’t mind waiting with you. I haven’t got band practise until later away.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Calum.”

“And I want to see how awful this dress really is.”

  • -After regaining his sanity, Fiddleford spent the next two months plotting elaborate pranks to get back at Stanford for his Halloween pranks from almost 3 decades ago.
  • -Innocent Mabel was more than happy to share everything she knew about her Grunkle's fears and weaknesses with the former town coot (or malovent Mabel, as Ford has unfortunately made it back onto her black list during this time.)
  • -Ford is actually very fond of loser candy, as he feels it's just as weird and unique as himself, Dipper, and his jelly beans.
  • -To put the "Treat" in Trick-or-treat, Mabel once hunted down the last bag of Toffee - nuts in existance to put in her Stan's candy bag.
  • -Since their summer ween fiasco, the twins need one of their Grunkle's to chaperone. Stan volunteers.
  • -Stan managed to convince the kids to toilet paper Ford's lab, study, and bedroom. They would have done the whole house, but this seemed more like innocent vandalism.
  • -Ford and Dipper snuck out late one Halloween night and toilet papered and egged McGucket manor, thus sparking an epic prank war between both houses.
  • -Soos was caught in the cross fire of the prank war, getting hit in the chest by an egg. He fell go the ground dramatically and put a "Plague on both of your houses!". This resulted in both families coming together by their mutal agreement that Romeo and Juliet was creepy.

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Imagine being a hunter from another country and when working with the Winchesters on a case you teach them a few new/different hunting techniques.

——— Request for anon ———

“No, no, I’m older,” Dean steps in front of Sam and towards the bag of hunting ‘goodies’ you’d brought with you.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Sam asks in annoyance, heading towards the bag, too.

“I should get to use it first, is what it has to do with anything,” Dean purses his lips as if his logic is the only way to go, but Sam just rolls his eyes.

“You’re a literal child, Dean. Rock, paper, scissors for it?”

You laugh, “Guys, you can each have a go at it. There’s more than one thing in my bag.”

Imagine Dean playing his victory song after a successful hunt...

Three duffel bags hit the floor of the trunk with a thud. Sam slammed the trunk of the Impala closed and the three of you practically fell into your seats, exhausted. This nest of vampires had really taken it out of all of you, and you were looking forward to a few hours sleep on the ride back to the bunker. Claiming the back seat as all yours, you started getting comfortable as Dean revved Baby and took off out of the motel car park. As you reached the main road out of town, Dean selected a song on the stereo and turned the volume up loud. Really loud. A familiar riff filled your ears, and you and Sam groaned in sync with each other.

“No…No, no, no. No. Please no.” You begged Dean, beating on the back of his seat with your fists.

“Yes…yes, yes, yes. Yes. You’re welcome.” Dean mimicked you.

“Come on Dean, every time? We’re tired. Can’t we get some sleep please?” Sam joined in the begging.

“Uh… I’m pretty sure driver picks the music. Shotgun, and backseat in this case, shut their cakeholes. Unless you’re singing along. That’s definitely encouraged.”

Both you and Sam leaned back in your seats and sigh in defeat. Without fail, Dean had to play his victory song after a successful hunt. Unfortunately the same song. Every damn time.

Dean tapped along on the steering wheel and sung along to the chorus, giant grin on his face.

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I’m gonna get you, too
Another one bites the dust

Tribute to the brilliant Freddie Mercury. RIP 1946-1991

Never Again

A/N- BTW sorry for not writing, my internet has been fucking up and NOW IT’S WORKING! 

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Your eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the light beaming into your room. You yawned and slipped your cold hands under your warm and toasty blanket. You were slightly confused when you didn’t feel that strong arm around your waist, you looked over to the side where your boyfriend usually slept and it was made up and it lacked its usual warmth. You began to speculate horrible things but you kept telling yourself, everything was okay.

You got out of bed and grabbed your nearest robe while you walked into the sudden cold halls of your apartment. You checked every door, hoping he’d been hiding in there playing some cruel joke on you but you noticed, door by door his things we’re missing.

“SAM?” You called out into your echoing apartment, you were in the living room and you saw his hunting duffel bag was missing along with his running shoes. You walked into the kitchen and you saw something different on the fridge. As you walked closer to it, your heart dropped to the floor.

It was the letter and picture you gave him on your 1st anniversary. You picked up the picture and smoothened it in your palm.  You saw the love in his eyes as he stared at you while you smiled towards the camera, it was your favourite picture in the entire world. Your eyes trailed down to the letter and tears began to pool in your eyes.

Dearest Sasquatch,

    Kidding babe :*  Dearest Sam,

                                           I don’t know where to begin, I thought this was going to be easy but once you pick up the pen all ideas fly out that stupid window. But here, I’ll say this.

 Before you and Dean entered my gray life you were a fairy tale my mum use to tell me when I was 2, she told me about this prince riding into my castle on a noble steed and saving me from the wicked dragon or witch. Which you, Sam Winchester had done. You were my prince, Dean’s sick car was your noble steed and the wicked witch was life. After my parents died I thought I’d be damned eternally but you made sure that I wouldn’t be, so thank you Prince Samuel.

I love you with all my heart and this is the only time I’ll ever be cheesy. I know losing Dean was hard and living the apple pie life isn’t easy but I’m glad I’m with you.

P.S: By the time you finish reading this, I’ll be in the bathroom getting ready for your final gift ;) I love you, Sam Winchester.

By the time you finished reading the letter your tears became unstoppable. Your chest heaved up and down while you suddenly felt like you were going to faint. You grabbed onto the nearest chair for support and your stomach began to churn.  You dropped the letter and the picture suddenly feeling gross and sick.

You ran to the bathroom and as soon as your knees painfully hit the cold tiles you emptied all contents of your stomach into the toilet. Suddenly flashbacks of Sam holding your hair while you use to throw up flashed in your mind and you gag even further. You got up and wiped your mouth, you looked at yourself into the mirror and you felt cold. Not because you were in the middle of winter but cold as in losing your other half, forever.


“Mum I want owange juwce” Your attention snapped back to your bundle of joy. You saw your 3 year old son lift his arms up and you smiled, picking him up. You pinched his cheeks and you moved around as he jumped in your arms, giggling like theres no tomorrow. You walked over to the fridge as he began to tell you his dream.

“And then dinoswars flew in and daddy killed all the baddies… the you and daddy put me back to sweep” You tried so hard not to cry at your innocent child’s dream, he had no idea who his father was so he made him up and that killed you inside. You noticed he was a splitting image of Sam, he was 4 and his hair was already as long as Sams.

“When’s Daddy coming home, mummy?” You looked the other way as a tear slid down your face you wiped it away and smiled at your naive son.

“Mummy doesn’t know Bobby, now how about we get your orange juice” The mention of orange juice distracted his creative mind and you set him down while he ran to his toys. You sighed and opened the fridge, wondering how much longer you could take without calling Sam. When you found out you were pregnant you had the urge to call him and tell him wishing he’d come back instantly. But you didn’t want him to stay with you only because you were pregnant, you wanted him to come back willingly. You saw the orange juice container and noticed it was empty.

“Bobby, put your coat and shoes on sweetie, we’re going out.” You saw your son scramble away and you set the box into the bin.

“LETS GO MUMMY” you heard your son eagerly yell and you smiled, picking up your wallet and keys.

“Here’s your change, Y/N and heres your chocolate bar, Bobby” You smiled as you saw your son accept the chocolate bar.

“Thanks Andwy” Your son dug into the bar and you looked up at your friend thankfully.

“Thank you Andy, see you later?” He nodded and you took your sons hand walking out the convenience store. You saw Bobby devour the chocolate bar and he ran to the bin throwing the plastic wrapper away. You picked him up and he giggled when you kissed his cheek.

“Good boy, how about today we go the park? then we get some ice-cream? then mummy can make some spaghetti and we can watch some cartoons? How about that?” Bobby yelled a loud ‘YAYY’ and you giggled.

You noticed the happiness on your sons face, the pure euphoria. You wondered how you’d be able to protect a child as beautiful as him from all the evil existing in the world.A shiver ran up your spine as you heard a growl you thought you’d never hear again, you stopped dead in your tracks and you saw a 1967 chevrolet impala drive past you. Your grip on your son became protective and you saw the car slow down and to a complete stop. All emotion had fallen from your face and your son touched your cheek bringing you back to reality.

“Mumma, you okay?” You looked to your child with wide eyes and tears before looking back at the car.


“Sammy, why’d we stop?” Sam had been staring at your shocked posture and he knew you figured out it was him. You were smart enough to, he knew you figured out it was them just by the sound of the Impala.

“Y/N” Sam whispered your name painfully and Dean looked through the rearview mirror, he saw your ghost stricken posture as you held a child. He didn’t notice it was you until he saw your face, he inhaled deeply and shook his head, not believing you had been here, by yourself the entire time. Ever since he got back from Purgatory, Sam said you were out of the game forever and that they couldn’t come find you. He missed you more than anything, these four years without you was dull, boring and horrible, without you they weren’t living, they were simply surviving.

“Sam? Sammy! HEY! Is that Y/N with a fucking child?” Sam looked at his brother with tears pricking his eyes, he wiped them away and looked back to you. The pain Sam felt after leaving you was worse when Jess died or when Madison died. The last thoughts they had of Sam were happy and yours was simple abandonment.

You began to move slowly towards the car and you placed the child on the ground, next to you. He looked at the kid and his heart began to beat faster, he noticed the child had Sam’s eyes and hair, could that be his? You began to pick up your pace and suddenly you were so close the car you missed dearly you could feel the heat emitting from the beast. The passenger door creaked and it slowly opened.

“Mum, what are we doing?” Sam slowly exited the car and the tears fell freely from your face, you saw him and suddenly you were breathless. You didn’t know what to do, or what to say. You pinched your thigh, reassuring the pain is real even though your heart and soul felt like giving up. Sam stood still, not knowing what to do. He observed your body, how your hair had become shorter and your skin had become paler. Your eyes had dark circles under them and you lost a ton of weight. Were you eating? Why did you look so tired? Thousands of questions flew through Sam’s mind though he couldn’t think of one thing to say to you.

You saw the pain evident on his face and his hair became longer. You felt your child tug on your hand and you bent down to meet his eyes. You set down the plastic bags next to him and you spoke.

“Baby, mummy has to talk to this man. Please be quiet okay? “ You saw your child nod and you kissed his hair. He wiped your tears away and you smiled.

“Good boy” You got back up and faced Sam who was more that 2 meters away from you. You noticed his worn out posture and your heart hurt, when was the last time he felt comfort? You were about to speak but the driver side of the impala opened and you saw Dean exit the car and he ran towards you, crushing you into a hug.

“Y/N. Oh dear god I missed you” You sobbed into your best friend’s shoulder and held onto him dearly. You didn’t know he was back, after killing Dick you had no idea where he or Cas went.

“When did you get back?” You sniffed and Bobby stared at the three of you in pure confusion.

“About 3 years ago, where the hell have you been? Why didnt you come back with Sam” The sheer mention of his name made your heart swell and you ignored his question. You picked up your child and you kissed his temple.

“Bobby meet your uncle, Dean” Both Sam and Dean’s eyes grew wider and Dean broke out into a loving smile. He chuckled with tears and looked at his nephew.

“Uncle Dwean? Do you know my daddy?” Your eyes finally locked with Sam’s and he looked as if he was having a panic attack.

“Baby, stay here with Uncle Dean, okay?” You walked to Sam and he ran up to you pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry, Y/N… I’m so sorry” Sam fell to his knees and he hugged your lower half of your body. His tears seeped into your shirt and onto your stomach. Your heart ached for him and your hatred began to disintegrate.

“I’m so sorry…. i had to leave, Y/N. I had to go” You kept quiet and caressed his hair.

“Sam get up” You whispered, your hand not leaving his hair while he slowly arose. You touched his cheek, memorising his face incase he left you again.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, he’s your child.” Sam looked over to Bobby who was telling an ecstatic Dean a story. You saw the happiness in Dean’s eyes and the adventure in Bobby’s.

“I loved you so much but you left me with nothing but a damn bun in the oven oh and the letter I wrote you… but that’s okay. I know you wanted out and I accepted that over the four years, so you don’t have to be sorry. I’m okay with it.”  Every word you said was a lie, you still love him, you weren’t okay with it and you still havent accepted it.

“Well I haven’t accepted it. I still love you and if he’s mine, you’re not leaving my sight ever again, whether you like it or not. I’m sorry I left but never did I want out. I had to leave to protect you. I’m cursed Y/N i cant be with someone and them being okay at the end of the day. But now Dean and I found a place where no evil can harm us, ever again.” Sam shook his head, he held your hand and placed it on his chest, close to his heart.

“CURSED? Dammit Sam… you realise I was a damn hunter before I met you guys? I can protect myself, I have been for four fucking years….” You paused and sighed. Part of you wanted him to leave and never come back but the other half held onto him. “but i love you too dammit. “ He broke out into a smile and grabbed your head softly while he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You missed  the spark you two had whenever you touched him or he touched you. You threw your hands around his neck and deepened the reuniting kiss.

“Ewwwww mummy” You heard Bobby groan and you reluctantly pulled away from Sam. You looked over to Bobby and motioned for him to come over. He ran into your arms and you picked him up, hoisting him onto your side. You looked over to Sam and he gazed lovingly at your child.

“Bobby, sweety. This is Sam. Your daddy” Bobby’s eyes widened along with his smile and he looked like Christmas came early.

“Daddy looks like a superhero mummy” Sam laughed and he was shocked when Bobby extended his hands towards him. Sam reluctantly reached towards your child and he was scared to say the least. But that didn’t stop your child from hugging his neck. Sam smiled while Bobby curled up with his hands around Sam’s neck.

“Are you going to leave again Daddy?” your eyes travelled to Sams and a tear of joy fell down his hazel brown eyes.

“Never again, Bobby.Never ever again.”

Fanfic/Prompt Beach Trash

cinniebun and I went back and forth on this. I blame her for linking me to this-

ok but victoria and max going to the beach together
think about it
victoria wearing designer shades and a bombin bikini and max keeps taking photos of her

like max would pack them cute lunches in a picnic basket and victoria would drive them in a convertible itd be so cute

And Max would pick up seashells and try to show Victoria but she would be like ‘I’m trying to get a tan here, loser, go away!’ But then Max would come back and lean over Vicky and get her all wet and then try and drag her into the ocean

max making victoria a seashell necklace
victoria having a ton of upper body strength enough to throw max in the ocean off of a sandbar

and max laughs her ass off because its fun as hell

And then Victoria hunts through her beach bag and Max finds out she brought water guns because ‘I thought it might be fun…Chloe mentioned to me you played with these a lot as kids, and fuck, Max! Stop laughing!’

max getting way more freckles from being out in the sun all day and victoria finding herself blushing ridiculously over it every now and then afterwards

And Victoria gets a little jealous, lets be real, so Max, while sitting on her back applying more suntan lotion, does a little white lie and gushes how Victoria has some small ones sprinkled across her shoulder blades.

i bet victoria would be fucking ace at making a sandcastle and max would humor her by taking pictures of it

Please. Tori would make sure Max got every angle.


I wont lose you +danielle-the-huntress

Alex walked into the house she and Dani recently bought, holding two small bags. She quietly made her way to their room, finding Dani holding Lila. “Hello love.” A small smile found its way on her face as she handed her the bags. “Don’t open those until I finish changing.” She chuckled lightly as she grabbed a change of clothes and the first aid kit. Once inside the bathroom, she stripped out of her dirty and ruined clothes and stitched up her arm and washed the hunt off her skin. It secretly had been taking a toll on her- hunting alone; although she would never admit. She viewed it as keeping Danielle and Lila safe, no matter the cost. Alex threw away the ruined clothes and made her way back to the bed, “Now you can open them.” She laughed. @danielle-the-huntress