I’m an instinctive-intelligent-animal.
I come from a lost warrior-class.
I don’t need to run with the pack.
I make my own way.

I can read a map.
I can use any compass.
I can dead reckon.
I can follow the stars.
I know the constellations.
I can tell time without a watch.
I can read the weather.
I know the four directions.

I can evade.
I can keep myself from
human or canine-detection.
I can build shelters from any material
& if needed, I know how to camouflage them.
I can manufacture traps & snares
& skin & trim the animals I catch.
Fishing & wild game are mine,
whenever I want to eat them.
Bugs are not too bad either,
I’ve eaten several species.

I can manufacture water.
I can swim in water.
I can make a life preserver out of my pants.
I can carry you on my back for distance.
I can make beef jerky and rabbit stew.
I know about berries and slugs.
I know which plants are edible and which aren’t.
I can treat a snake bite.
I know how to set a broken leg & treat shock.
I can sew stitches on human skin & pull human teeth.
I can make a fire from scratch, even in rain.
I know about fire pistons.
I can get lost or I can be found,
distress-signals are my specialty.

I can track other animals or humans.
If you knew my martial skills,
you’d never leave my side.
I can use modern or make primitive weapons.
I know how to use the primitive weapons I make.
I can manufacture body heat.

My mind is stable.
I believe in the sacred.
I know how to endure physical activities for
extended periods of time in adverse conditions.
I know about jungles.
I know about deserts.
I know about forests.
I know about the tundra.

Oh, I am sure you can make it in your own too.

But,
when the lights go out for good,
when the **** really hits the fan,
when the Apocalypse finally comes,
who would you want to be with,
the ravenous pack or with me?

Go ahead,
take some time
to think about it.
Just remember Grasshopper,
I can be the pack’s worst enemy.
They will never see me coming……