The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

 

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

 

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

 

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

 

Long time ago there was this man my name is  Jeff and I was in my mid 40s ,and I  was small. With my unfinished arrows and a bow to. I had may tools with me and clothing.  I with me had a fire kit. I was important. I ate deer goats grains and veggies. I live in the northern part of italy. I hand three diseases and i had parasites in my stomach. I lived a long time ago 8,000 to 2,000 B.C. this is what happen to me i had someone following me all the time I couldn’t leave here everyone wanted me dead. Know the one day I was just sitting there and this guy came up and ask if I know him and I said not I didn’t they he said that I was the reason that his family is dead and I said no and he said yes. Then i got in a fight and then I got my hand cracked open my hand. Then went on a walk  to the mountains. Then I got a arrow in my shoulder and they I cracked my head and then I had some hard time trying to breath. My oxigin couldn’t get to my brain. The I pasted out, my hart rate was high, and I was sweat.  My  killer took out his arrow from my shoulder. I died in spring I had flowers all over me.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

 

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

 

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

 

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

 

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

 

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

 

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

 

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

 

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

 

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

The Iceman’s story begins in the valley below the Alps in northern Italy. The Iceman’s name is Bob. He lives in a small house on the edge of the woods nearby the village. Outside his house he grows wheat and herbs. It’s the springtime which means he needs to plant the plants he grew the past years. He used to live in the village nearby but he moved the the edge of the forest to escape a group of people called the hunters. They are an elite group of hunter and gatherers who want to steal the hunting ground in the valley from the villagers. However, the villagers are well-equipped, strong, and able to fight back. The leader of villagers is a man who is named Daniel. He is mid-aged and an experienced hunter and explorer. Legend has it that he crossed the Alpine mountains to the other side when he was younger and met the people who lived there. However, that story is well stretched. He is though, no fool. Bob would’ve fought with the villagers and stayed, but he found to old. He is well in his forties and would much rather live where he lives now.

 

Back when he was younger, he was a great shot. He could shoot a tick off a deer’s nose from a mile away with any bow and arrow. He would journey deep into the foothills of the Alps and bring back to the village several deer. Once, a group of men from a neighboring village tried to ambush the village to steal food and the village fought hard. Bob was there to save them. He shot a man with his bow, yanked the arrow out of the man, and shot another. After that, he was awarded a copper axe for his courage. He is still respected. He was a hero for the village, but not anymore. He lost his strength and athleticism, but not his wisdom and accuracy. He still journeyed into the woods and hunted, but not as far as he used to. It was a spring morning, he sat by his house eating oats and leftover deer meat when suddenly, an arrow flew in front of his face and landed on a tree by his house. He looked where the arrow came from. From behind a tree, an archer pointed a bow and arrow at him. He jumped through his door, grabbed his knife, and waited for the archer to come in. As the archer came in the house, Bob stabbed him. He took the bow, grabbed his quiver, and looked outside for any attackers. Three men came and attacked him. The one was stabbed, the other was shot, but the last cut his hand with a sharp stone. Bob fell back, grunting. As the attacker came to stab him, Bob kicked his face. Bob knocked him out. He used the time to escape into the forest. He would escape into the Alps. He knew who the attackers were, they were the enemy. The enemy who wanted to destroy the village, but how did they get there, and why would they want to kill an elderly man? None of that mattered, he needed to escape to the other side of the mountain.

 

Daniel told him that the people on the other side were peaceful, so that is where he was he was going. He quickly packed up as the man was knocked out, and headed up the mountain. As he made his exodus, the comrades of the attackers arrived at the house. As the knocked hunter lay on the ground and open his eyes, he was greeted by his comrades. There were two, one tall and muscular with blues eyes with a skinned-cap. The other was rather small and had long black hair with green eyes.

 

“How could you lose to a old man?” said the the tall one. “How strong are you really.”

“The old man may be weak but he is strong,” replied William, the man who lost to Bob in the fight. “Let’s go track him, he is bound to be close.” William replied. The hunters followed Bob as if he were a deer and followed every track, every clue of him. As they trekked up the mountain, they got closer and closer.

“There he is, I see him,” said the shorter man. He pointed to a small cliff. Bob sat there eating deer meat. The hunter grabbed an arrow and pulled back, aiming at Bob’s upper left back and left shoulder area. Although he was short, he was a great shot. He hit smack dab where he wanted it. Bob cried in shock, he fell down, trying to pull the arrow out. Blood gushed out of his body. He then breathed his final breath.

Otzi was running up the Alp Mountains in Northern Italy, for he had just got into a fight where he had hurt his hand terribly. He sometimes stopped and looked around, listening carefully to hear if his attackers were still following him. Hearing nothing, he sat down and caught his breath, taking some grains out of his pouch and eating them. After a while, he got back up and started climbing up the mountain some more until he had reached the top. He had found a cave to stay in where he made a fire, it wasn’t as cold in the cave then outside, though Otzi still felt like he was freezing to death.

 

    After a couple days, Otzi’s hand was getting better, he was sitting at the edge of the cave looking at the dark sky. Otzi froze as he heard what seemed to be a stick snapping in half. He looked up cautiously, seeing a mysterious black figure that looked to be holding a bow. He squinted, trying to get a better look at the figure, but still could only see what looked like a shadow. The figure grabbed an arrow from his quiver and placed it in the bow, firing it at Otzi’s shoulder. Otzi bit his lip trying to hold back the scream, he looked at his shoulder seeing that the arrow had went straight through. Holding his shoulder, he looked back at where the figure had been, but he was no longer there.

 

    Otzi looked back at the sky, seeing that the sun was about to rise. Otzi tries to take the arrow out of his shoulder, no luck, only pain. Now that the sky was more bright, he could see more clear, he looked around for the mysterious attacker, still not seeing any sign of him. Otzi didn’t see him run away, he knew for sure he was still near. He grabbed the flint knife out of his bag, looking around, still not seeing anything. He sighed and sat down, hoping that he was gone, but he wasn’t. The attacker struck Otzi with another arrow but this time it goes into the back of his head. Otzi died a quick, terrible death. His attacker took back his arrows and started walking back to his village, leaving Otzi’s body and belongings there, in the freezing Alp Mountains.