The+Hunter(5)

The hunters stomach growled. He realized that the last time he ate was at his home before he set out to hunt. That must have been almost 12 hours ago. It pained him to think that his stove would be unused today. At least, at this rate it would be.

He needed food. And fast. His hands were trembling already. Or was that the cold that was slowly enveloping him? He needed to get out of this hole. He needed a distraction to keep the creature busy. He checked for rocks that he could throw at nearby trees, but there were none. Did he have anything he could use? The hunter searched his pockets frantically, looking for an answer.

After searching his pants, he dug into his jacket pockets. He found his answer in the inside pocket of his coat. A lighter. It was almost empty, but it would have to do. He could maybe light it as he got out of the cave...This could maybe keep the creature occupied with fear long enough for him to get away. He had seen the way animals react when faced with fire. His old dog hadn't come out from under his porch until his barbecue fire was put out. But that was almost 4 years ago, and his dog was dead now. He just hoped that the creature would react the same as the dog.

The hunter held the lighter out in front of him, moving slowly to steady his breathing. He hoped the creature would be occupied with the flame long enough for him to make a break for it. HE slowly crawled out of the cave, holding the lighter in a way that he could easily light it when he needed it.

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=============================== what could i have done to this thing to make it so angry? all i was doing was hunting some deer. and there were certainly plenty of deer of this forest, i have hunted here for 20 year, since i was 12 years old with my dad. There was a large deer population here and thats why i still hunt here. So i wasnt killing its food. i couldnt think of why it was attacking me. But once i again i had to think fast as it was behind me once again. Suddenly the bushes to my right started rustle and shake.i picked up a tree branch and thrust it into the bush. I felt it hit something hard. The branch broke off and then the bush started shaking and then i slammed my fist into the bush and hit the animal hard, it felt like i had hit solid rock. my hand started throbbing almost immediately. it snarled and rolled backwards out of the bush onto its back. It quickly stood up and i got a good look at it this time. It looked somewhat like a wolf, but also somewhat like a bear. It had gray and brown fur, with a medium sized head that looked like a dogs head, but it was huge and it had big body, like a bear. and it also had a tail. It had huge fangs protruding from its mouth and they were about 7-8 inches long, and it has very large claws too, so i could see why they had done so much damage to my arm. It definitely wasnt born this way. It must have been genetically modified. It was way to fast to be any normal animal. It was probably faster short distance than a cheetah. It was crazy. Its body was extremely muscular and large. I definitely didnt want to get in an open fight with this thing. But it appeared as though my attack on it had hurt it. i must have hit it in the face. It looked at me with its large red eyes and growled, and then it launched off its back legs and collided with me in mid air, i was instantly knocked off me feet, and then i started to smash my fist into its body, it felt like i was trying to break cement. It was so muscular. It finally got a shot to its face and it rolled off of me. This wasnt going to be an easy fight....

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