The Last Tiger

This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story with a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.

The Last Tiger

Dark nimoon-and-sky1ght…full moon, covered with dense clouds, its dim light occasional…I preferred it gone.

In search of blood stink, dint wanna hunt….could do with other’s kill…am weak.

Last feed was a week ago, an infant can never fill me. Been searching for food since.

Gone are times when my territory had ample food, but after they came…am alone, starving to death.

A loud shot noise frightens me and I hide behind a tree. Stinging pain in my back, they are here…the humans.

They’ve killed us all and now its my turn.

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