Like I was saying, I was in my hammock when something strange happened. I saw a bear like creature. But something was off. I could only see a glimpse. It was getting close and closer. I yelled out my brother's name. " Smike! " I yelled, " Stay behind me! " .My father and uncle were passed out, of course. But, then I saw another glimpse. It now looked like a dog. Not a nice one. " I'm scared" My brother shrieked while grasping on my hips. I saw it transform one last time. Out of know where. It jumped out. " A lion! " My brother screamed. The lion pounced on my passed out uncle. " babe just one more min- " my uncle was cut off. His head rolled over to my feet. Blood on my unconscious father. I ran with my brother to the forest. The lion was busy chomping on my uncle's rib cage. A horrible sight to be sure. But, for some reason I felt weirdly happy and calm when the lion did that. I know I'm sounding like a psychopath. I've always loved hunting with my father. So, that must've had something to do with it. Forget it. Now I'm just trying to survive with that lion coming after me.
