Oliver was running as fast as he could, his breath broken and his chest rising and falling at a brutally rapid pace without stopping.
With every step, his feet sank deeper into the mud, and every branch that struck him doubled his sense of danger.
Right behind him, that massive creature was charging, its eyes glowing red.
It looked like a wild boar, but its size was far larger, its body covered with tangled rough hair, its tusks long, and its skin a pale grayish color.
The sound of its growl was getting closer and closer.
It almost reached Oliver, and when it thrust its head forward as if preparing to impale him with its tusks, a sharp gunshot thundered through the forest.
A crack split the silence of the night. The bullet pierced the creature's forehead, and it collapsed to the ground, rolling a bit before stopping completely.
