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Lauren was just getting to sleep when she heard the squeal and the tromping feet head right towards them. She jumped out of bed hearing Awen question if were Chubbs or Jolli but she knew it wasn't them.

"What the ********?" Was all that she was able to get out before it came close enough to their camp for her to react.

The world was a blue plastic color as the creature trampled into the tarp, getting Lauren caught into it momentarily. She was knocked down by the force but not injured at all, just startled.

Lauren jumped up as she saw Awen chasing after the tarp, catching it in a short lived victory as it tore. "WAY TO GO... or not..." Lauren shouted towards Awen.

Then the thing went right towards the booz which she remembered Chubbs saying something about anticeptic. That was REALLY needed, especially if boars came tromping into tents all the time on this island. Lauren tried to run up to save a bottle but fell down as Chubb's shorts fell to her ankles. "********!" Lauren yelled simply at that.

Then, the boar crashed right into the bottles, and the fish, and everything else. The fire caught some of the liquor in a huge swoosh of flames as Lauren hurridly tumbled away to avoid getting burnt.

She spotted Awen as the animal ran away with the trail of blood behind them. Grabbing a the pointiest stick she could find and walking out of the shorts Lauren went towards the trail. "That b***h of a boar is going to die!" She growled as she tromped, revenge being the only thing on her mind. "Are you going to help?" She turned towards Awen briefly not really waiting for an answer but just moving foreward.

Lauren smiled a bit when she noticed Awen was following her. Damnit she wished she had her machedi more than anything, or something sharp. She followed the tracks easily thinking of how she was going to kill the thing. With luck it wouldn't be too tough, all Lauren had was a stick and not the sharpest one either. She tried to widdle it to more of a point with her claws as she walked along, succeeding only slightly. With enough force , she could be lucky and hit it hard enough. She had to be quick.

Finally after a short walk they came face to face with the beast, it was indeed a bore and a very PISSED bore. It dug into the ground a couple of times, huffing. The injury was only a slight superficial one, enough to create a huge blood but it wasn't limping at all. Another stomp into the ground and it went straight for Lauren.

Lauren was surprised, not expecting it to be so fast but her mongoose speed and instincts had full effect of her right now. She dogged out of the way, her tail a pipe cleaner right now and emmitting a slight weird smell Lauren couldn't quite tell what it meant but she geussed it was danger.

Hissing a bit Lauren tried to jab the thing with the her stick, only jabbing it slightly and breaking the tip. "Ho crap." She said as the boar came charging at her again, now barely dodging out of the way. "You son of a b***h" Lauren shouted towards him. The last thing she wanted it to do was attack Awen.

Lauren noticed Awen trying to get the boars attention with the rocks. Great just as she feared. Now the thing was charging right towards Awen and she didn't seem to be moving.

But it's side was prone right smack towards Lauren. Without hesitating Lauren lunged as hard as she could into it's side with the stick. It actually impaled this time, with the force of Lauren's whole body into it's side knocking the boar down.

"HAHA b*****d!" Lauren fell with a oof, looking up to notice that the stick was broken and half was in the boar who was getting back up and running towards Lauren.

She tried to dodge but the boar ended up glancing her head fairly hard with it's tusks. "s**t!!!" She yelled very loudly hissing just as loud afterwards. It was black for a little while and Lauren was stumbling up with the other half of the stick in her hand. Blood was dripping from a gash in her head.

Hissing and a bit dizzy Lauren tried to impale the other half of the stick into the boar but only glanced it's skin. She fumbled a bit, stumbling almost to the ground again as the boar prepared to charge towards her again before would then run off.

Lauren stumbled towards Awen, happy that she killed the thing. If they smoked the meat they could have boar jerky for a couple of weeks. But even more so, she was happy the ******** had died.

"Serves you right, ******** pig." Lauren said as she kicked it's limp head. She then noticed that Awen was still bashing the thing over and over again. Oh my, there wasn't going to be anything left to eat at this rate.

"Awen!" Lauren said, seeing two of her. "Aweeen... hello he's dead. You got the ******** now STOP." She didn't want to try to force her to stop, seeing as stopping two blue haired girls was much harder than stopping one. Her hand just kind of moved back and forth in front of Awen.

Stopping for a second, Lauren tasted her own blood. She reached up noticeing a gash in her head. "******** me..." she said to the wound.

Lauren ripped off part of her tank top with the aid of her claws, leaving enough to keep her covered, and wrapped it around her wound. She went towards Awen who was obviously not the sainest right now.

There stopped being two of Awen as Lauren went closer and then there started being some puke too. That was kind of gross, was she that upset, was it smashed boar that made her feel that way?

She reached her hand out and took Awen into a hug. Lauren kind of smelled, she was bleeding but Awen was shaking so much it's all she knew to do to keep the poor girl together.

"I know it sucks." She tried to say. "But we're okay... we'll make it."Awen was one of a few people Lauren HATED to see in torment, and especially now since she was instincually dubbed part of the community by the mongoose growing within.

Lauren had to stay awake but it was becomming hard not to pass out. Still, she seemed to be holding herself together, all be it slightly.

Even though there wasn't two of Awen anymore, Lauren stumbled as she walked, needing to lean on Awen all the way to the camp.

And the camp, was not so much a camp anymore. Broken glass was everywhere, the fire nearly gone, the tent collapsed. Lauren put back on the pair of shorts because she knew Chubbs might be back soon. She let Awn inspect her wound.

"No s**t." She liked being taken care of though, it felt nice someone being concerned towards her. "We should go back, get that boar. I'll go back." Lauren started getting up and stumbled back down. "or not."

The alcohol all gone there was no anticeptic and Lauren noticed Awen's own wound bleeding. "DAMNIT. We're a sorry sight." She couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Lauren wanted to scream for Moreau to come save us but considering how long this was lasting, he was dead.

She started bawling all over Awen's shoulder. "We're screwed..." she muttered between her tears.

Awen patted Lauren back softly and held her tightly as she cried. "It's okay." She said softly. "We'll get through this. We'll fine out what's going on, we'll get thigns back to normal. Don't worry we're not screwed." She said the words though she hardly believed them. She had no idea how to back any of these claims up.

Luckily, before Lauren could question her, Joliette returned to camp.

Awen let Lauren sit back as she stood up slowly and turned to her. Standing before Joliette her whole front covered in someone's blood, her's the boar's Lauren's "A boar attacked us, destroyed our stuff....me and Lauren went hunting. Joliette she's really hurt could you come take care of her, I gotta go get the boar before animals do."

She knew it was a load to drop onto Joli all at once. But Awen couldn't help it really. She turned back and followed the trail of blood back to the boar. And left the two momentarily alone in the ruined camp.