Killing perfect

He didn't know what the hell he was doing out here in a place that smelled of shit. But Adrian was bored and was looking for son fun if one could call what he was doing fun. Perhaps he could find an alligator or anything he could make stuff from. Armors, weapons anything could be made from one of those huge reptiles. So even though it was risky Adrian wasn't one to be a fucking coward and he had the experience behind so he had nothing to fear.

The sun was high as the swamp sang with the frogs and birds, today there was some fog but he knew the sun was good enough for any alligators that sought sunbath. That was when one could find them out of the water. The male soon stood on a fallen log wanting to use the higher perch to have a better spectrum and there down he saw one, a female who missed a back leg. Well, that was just good luck. And like that he took coverage on some bushes and waited for the moment to strike.

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