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Alan spun around toward the noise. He aimed his gun carefully at the ledge, and calmed himself the best he could. Slow, deep breath after breath he took until he at a normal pace inside. He was now ready for anything. The growl had gone silent, and so had the forest. Whatever was out there was waiting for the right opportunity to come along.

Nick and Danny aimed their guns to the South and West. Alan figured he was the closest to the thing with the barrels of his rifle. They all silenced themselves, and waited. The eerie silence that followed nearly killed Nick with impatient eagerness.

Sweat trickled down Alan’s face like drops of rain. Was the thing moving around out there the creature they had been hired to hunt? He wished the …show more content…

The rest of its body was nothing but matted black hair. Hair dangled down into its face, and covered its head.
Its legs were long and slender. Its yellow teeth glimmered in the early afternoon sun as it snarled at him.

“Holy frag!” Danny cried. “What is that thing?”

“I don’t know, just shut up and shoot!” Alan called back.

Five shots rang out, four from Danny’s rifle, and two from Alan’s. The creature dodged each of the bullets.

Nick’s throat was glued shut in utter shock. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. Nick couldn’t even move. His face was as white as a ghost.

Alan didn’t waste much time. Two more loud shots rang out as he finally banged two red hot bullets into the creature’s lower chest. The beast howled in pain, then jumped to the ground from the top of the ledge. He backed up a step as he watched the creature’s quick movements.

The second it hit the ground, it broke into a full run, headed straight for him.

“Look out!” Danny cried.

He tried to back out of its way, but the creature still managed to charge toward him. It lifted its man-like hand, and sliced into the brim of his shoulder as it ran by. The blow knocked Alan to the ground. The soft mud felt good on his wound.

“Dear god! Alan, are you alright?” Nick asked in a shout.

The wound prevented him from speaking clearly, so he nodded. He reached up and covered the wound with his hand. What felt like a flood

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