INS Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Group Divides
 After my brief fight, I got new clothes.  I chose a new pair of cargo pants, a tank top, and a jacket from the closet.  I changed in the cellar's bathroom, then treated my wounds.  I wrapped a bandanna around my bleeding forehead and strips of gauze around my upper arms and my right leg.  Afterwards, I grabbed two knives and a rifle.  They replaced all the weapons I had lost during the hunt.
 Then, I told the whole group to come hunt. Douglas, Liam, and Jonah agreed, but Mitchell, Robert, and Josh protested.
 "You lazy bastards didn't come last time," I told them.
 "Hunting's your job, dammit!" Mitchell retorted.
 "You guys are also stuck on this island with us.  So far, you whores haven't done a single thing to help us find food!  You're coming along whether you like it or not!"
 "We don't want to hunt," they whined.
 "If you want to stay here, then so be it.  But don't come bitching to us if you starve."
 I set off on the hunt with my friends.  Luckily, a meal was right outside the cellar door.  A lone Brachiosaurus was grazing near our camp.  But she would be hard to kill. 
 "Guys, we don't have enough guns.  We're getting rocket launchers!" I was referring to the vast collection of weapons we had taken when we left the bunker.  My party went down and grabbed the rocket launchers.  We climbed out the door, then I shouted, "SHOOOT HEEERRR!!!"  Douglas fired first, hitting the sauropod in the chest.  SHe stumbled back, then the rest of us fired.  The explosions rocked the ground as the Brachiosaur fell.  Using my knife, I cut a hole in her flesh so we could get meat.
 "Boys, take whatever you can," I ordered.  Everyone grabbed giant clumps of meat before returning back to the cellar.  The extra meat was stored in the food closet and filled the whole thing.
 "Can we eat some?" Mitchell asked.
 "Yeah, I would TOTALLY share my kill with you when you were to lazy to help us!" I replied sarcastically. "Since you deadweights are too dependent on us, get the fuck outta here!"  Mitchell and his friends reluctantly left.  I made sure they didn't take anything. 
 After returning back down, I said, "Now that those worthless pieces of shit are gone, we have more room to spread out our stuff out!"  My friends cheered as they reorganized our camp.  We had more room to sleep, store things, and eat, and our food supply could last longer since we had less people.