Hunted
I've been on the lookout for days now, watching waiting hiding. I've stayed to the line of the bush, not quite entering its depths but walking through the grass plains. The sharp and hay like grass brushes past my legs as my feet crunch along the dry dusty dirt. These lands are so different compared to the wet and ever so soggy jungle. It's so hot it feels like the sun is melting my skin like im a wax figure, only for a bead of sweat to roll down my forehead. As I wander through the vast lands a smell drifts by, something familiar but I can't quite put my finger on it. That is until I look across the dry land and through the heat waves settling on the horizon, I see it…
As my vision focused I can see a carcass lying in the grass circled by three lions tearing into its raw flesh. Up above the feast, multiple vultures fly through the air squawking and arguing about the feast below.
I creep into the safety of the thick bush, but before it surrounds me my foot catches on a rock and I tumble to the ground, bringing down sticks and low hanging branches with me. Before I can muster the energy to get back on my feet, i hear the low roar of lion addressing the sound of my situation. I feel my heart pound like it wants to leap out of my chest.
I hear the increase of birds squawking, I look back to see the vultures dive bombing the carcass, as the lions start a low jog towards me leaving the scraps behind. Without even noticing I’ve climbed back to onto my feet and am bouncing my way through the forest, over fallen branches and around twisted vines.
