I became a survival expert because of my fears. Spiders. With there fury legs and billion eyes. I am a master of all things survival, but I've never came across a challenge quite like this. The spiders comes closer hissing at me as it does. It's huge. Biggest spider in all of NYC I bet, but I'm a survivor. I should be able to kill it.
"Just kill it all ready." Kari, my sister calls. She's five and is the most fearless child I've ever met. Once she picked up a spider like it was a bunny. Gave it a name and everything. I swear she's the devils spawn, the way that spider didn't instantly kill her. She thinks I need to get over my fear so sometimes she sets spiders on me to see if I can kill it or not. I know that's strange but like I said she's the devils spawn.
"I'm trying!" I yell back. I almost forgot about the spider, damn Kari. It's closer know. I've seen scorpions less scary then this bastard.
"You are such a wimp! I thought you were a survival expert, you know, like bear grills or whatever his name is." I hate Bear Grills. Cocky bastard with his stupid tv show. I am way better then him.
"Shut up, Kari! You are ruining my focus!" I holler.
"You know what I'm done with this game. It's boring now." Kari steps out from behind me and grabs the spider squashing it between her fingers. Devils spawn. I swear.