Archer: Chapter 2 I sit in a tree, cars pass slowly as fog surrounds the are, almost blinding me. I stare into a deep,white, endless abyss. I hear a sound, 4 legs, a wolf. Most people would be stricken with terror, but for me, that's lunch.my father uses to take me in the woods and we would hunt using bow and arrows, and when we were done, we would hide them in a tree stump. I look at my fathers bow and arrow, a feeling of nostalgia creeps over, meanwhile goosebumps surf my skin in a vicious wave. My vision becomes blurry, an my eyes sting with hear behind them. I blink a few times to hold back the raging waterfall underneath. I manage to shake the feeling and grab the arrow, then hop down from at least 20 feet. The fog still blinds me from seeing even my own hand. I close my eyes and listen. Faint footsteps come toward me, as if hunting prey- hunting me.