The strangest thing happened in that
hallowed wood. I saw “something” very peculiar. This “something” couldn’t have
been higher than my knee and it was swishing in the thickets. I believed it was
a deer or another one of those mischievous raccoons, so I raised my rifle and
fired it once towards the bush. I take myself for a crack shot and pride myself
enough to not waste more than a single shot on my prey. However, after scouting
the area where I sensed the creature, there wasn’t so much as a drop of blood
nor body to be found.
Later in the night while keeping watch at
the campfire, I noticed a presence fall over me. It felt as if something was
piercing me through with a gaze full of bloodlust. A snout pushed through the
briars, and I stared into the amber eyes of the creature… a boar? Was it
scoping me out or am I going crazy? The boar gave a small snort and receded
back into the woods.
I slept nary a wink and refused to close
my eyes for the remainder of that night. We heard squeals and grown men
screaming bloody murder from the other camp. At sunrise, we ventured over and
found the remains of our comrades. Mangled forms of those we called our
brothers-in-arms. Whatever gods blessed us that night, we’ll never know but
mark my words… I’ll never look at my bacon or porkchop rations quite the same
after that night.
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