The creature sniffed my long, nested, burgundy hair and pushed my arm with its paws, trying to turn me over, its sharp claws gently dug into my skin.
A gust of frost rushed through inside my body- I wondered how quickly I would die.
I gathered more of the creature's approached me.
One of them licked the blood oozing out of one of my scars; it stung like someone had rubbed lemon and chilly juice into it. I screwed my face tight trying to hold back powerless. I tried not the flinch, my muscles killed from the effort.
I tightly pressed my lips, as two more began to lick my wounds, leaving a layer of thick warm saliva over it. Trying not to scream I clenched my fist forcefully.
I felt one of the beasts rest near my foot.
I began to wonder if I should risk giving it a mighty kick to escape and save myself.
But I decided against it.
Even if I did get the satisfaction of getting my revenge on one of the hairy creatures, the others would get their revenge on me, images of the beasts devouring on my dead body already began to flash endlessly in my head.
I heard the creature groan then, to my surprise, it walked away.
Its paws crunched through the brittle leaves and twigs that covered the jungle floor.
The others followed and I listened carefully as the crunching became softer and softer until I could no longer hear it.
I remained lying still for a few minutes, to be on the safe side, and also to regain my energy. I was exhausted. I had been exploiting through the jungle since early in the morning and that seemed like three days ago.
After I was certain that nothing was prowling about, I raised my head slowly, cautiously, only enough so that if someone else was looking at me, they would only see my eyes.
I glanced around and saw nothing.
Warily I sat straight, looked around once again, then got to my feet.
"Aaarrgh!" I screamed as a sharp twig pierced one of the scars on my hand which was already deep and bleeding.
I stopped and listened. My eyes wild and wide open.
The jungle was muted.
It seemed as though every animal, every insect had paused from their busy work in shock of what had just penetrated their ear drums.
Unexpectedly, I heard shuffling, it became louder and louder, like a pack of wolves running towards me. I spun around and scuttled the opposite direction. I scraped through the deadly thorn bushes. But the beasts galloped close behind me. I forcefully urged myself to go faster. The space ahead of me was now crisp black and a narrow gap was made clear by the moonlight glaring fiercely above me. I was on the verge of being scoffed alive just five minutes ago, but I survived. I was not going to stand around waiting to die again.
I limped and tumbled over rocks and dikes, I paced as fast as my legs could carry me.
The shuffling became louder and louder, I risked a quick glance behind me...carelessly running into a tree. I dived into the prickly ground. Hesitantly I looked up, visualising the craving jaws slobbering for pure, rich human flesh, ready to gorge their foaming mouths into me...
