We came back carrying the corpse of the pig and chanting, “Kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood.” I guess we were carried away by the instinct of killing in the hunt. It had been such a long time since we’ve had eaten meat. My mouth watered as we imagined the taste of the craved meat and I felt the pain of hunger.
Ralph wasn’t as happy as we were. He started yelling about the fire being dead. Eric and I looked down at our feet, the excitement now gone and faded. We were supposed to have been watching the fire. Ralph was furious, he was yelling at Jack about him only caring about the pig.
That fact was true, but Jack didn’t protest or show any anger and that caught me of guard because it wasn’t what I was expecting, the pig was all that mattered to him. Jack apologized, but I knew it wasn’t sincere his tone was light and mocking. The damage was done; the fire was dead and an opportunity of rescue might have gone by.
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