Who: Pam and OPEN When: 10am Where: Outside Goose's Groceries and Hardware
Pam worked in a veterinary office before this weird captive experience. They put animals to sleep all the time. That was harder because they were animals people had bonded with and cared for and loved. Right?
That was what Pam tried to convince herself as she raced into the gym clothes and slippers. She kept telling herself that as she grabbed a bike, and as she raced down the hill into town, and as she rode the bike into the hardware store and found the crossbow. Reality only dawned on her once she located the prize that she actually had no idea how to use a crossbow. Sure, she'd realized that she had no idea how to track the stag, but once she figured that out, she was pretty well screwed, unless she could throw the damn weapon at her target.
She took a hammer too, just in case. She probably needed to go get that hunting knife. Or--
"Oh!" she cried out to no one, "Idea! I have an idea!"
Juggling the crossbow and the quiver, and the hammer, she ran over to the food section of the store, and grabbed all the bread. She dragged her haul out of the store, into the middle of the unused roads, and started taking the bread out of it's packaging, hurling slices this way and that.
"Oh boy. So now I guess all I need is a giant box and a stick and some string. Good job, Pam," she told herself, sighing.