The Iceman- MMesana

This is a story of my last day on earth. It was springtime and I was in my mid forties. I was escaping my enemies by hiking up a mountain. I had my tools and unfinished weapons which I would’ve finished when I found a good place to camp for the night. I came from my village in Northern Italy. The medics at my village said I had 3 unidentified diseases and I did not feel good in my stomach, but I still had to serve my village in this feud. The opposite village raided us last week and I wounded my hand. The villagers decided that I should leave because of all of my injuries and health problems. I forced some wheat, bread, goat, and deer down my throat the night before. As I was walking, I felt like someone was following me. I scattered my stuff so that it would be harder for a thief to find them and asked him what he wanted. I soon realized he was not on my side. We fought for a couple minutes, he struck the back of my head really hard, but after a while, I finally defeated him. I kept walking but I still felt a little uncomfortable. I turned to look back, but I felt a shot of pain in my left shoulder. I fell to the ground. I looked back and saw an arrow in my shoulder. A river of blood came gushing out. My heart was beating so fast and I was sweating so much. Right before I passed out, I felt someone pulling the arrow out, then everything went black.

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