Finding himself staring down the maw of a strangely beautiful creature as it was about to gobble him entirely.
He was wondering how he got into this… well, toothy situation.
'It was only supposed to be a delivery; how did it turn out this way?' he thought to himself.
For a dangerous moment dazed by the unexpected suddenness and savagery of his new reality.
Snapping out of his dazed state, he ducked under the beast, causing its teeth to miss his head by a few centimeters.
Turning away from the beast, he ran through the unfamiliar forest, leaves and branches curving and bending to let him pass.
Mist hung in the air obscuring the features of the forest.
He kept thinking to himself, 'Don't look back, don't look back', betraying himself, he turned his head to look at the creature.
It had the body of a wolf but with a strangely humanoid face staring at him with hunger in its eyes.
Numerous needle thin teeth like sharp hairs bristled in its maw.
Averting his gaze, he could hear the harrowing creature closing in on him.
He slowed down to duck under another tree branch and felt a sharp pain as its claws tore apart his left ankle.
A documentary he had watched of prehistoric lions chasing and tackling their prey popped up in his head.
His situation was a bit like that.
He fell hard and rolled over to get away from the beast.
Picking a branch that lay nearby, he hobbled to his feet and faced his attacker since he couldn't run anyway anymore due to his injured leg.
Today, he had no intention of dying; hunter and the hunted stared watched each other intently.
The beast's powerful frame disappearing behind the trees only to appear a few metres to the side, Saba still hobbling on his torn ankle. The pain may have been excruciating but he couldn't afford to lose focus, not now.
The beast finally seemed to decide that its prey was reasonably spiced with fear and terror, it lunged in a fury of claws and teeth.
Suddenly, its jaws were dangerously close to his face.
Moving without thinking, he shoved the branch in its mouth while toppling over, with the beast bearing down on him.
He tried pushing the daemon off him with his legs. He only succeeded in jolting its hindquarters a little. A sharp pain bloomed from his ankle washing over his body like a tide, a reminder of his injury.
The beast unaffected by the pitiful attempt snapped at the branch effectively breaking it and leaving Saba without his barrier.
Again, purely on instinct and adrenaline, he shoved his right arm into the maw of his attacker; another wave of pain assaulted his senses, so much so that he only so red.
But through the hazy red covering his vision, he could still see a vulnerability of the beast even while his arm was being chewed on.
Its eye.
His left arm still held the broken branch, the point where it had snapped was dangerously pointed.
He only hoped it was sharp enough to deal some serious damage.
He shoved the broken branch deep into the beast's eye, burying the branch up to his hand in the beast's head.
Bright red blood spurted from the wound, dyeing his hand crimson.
The beast reeled back, thunderous growls and yowls echoing from its throat.
While the creature was still in pain, a bang rang out in the forest.
A bullet wound appeared in the side of its head as it toppled to the ground, a heap of fur, claws and teeth.
Saba was stunned, but he didn't let his shock keep him for long.
Trying to stand up, he yelped and fell to the ground in pain; he turned on his belly and tried to crawl away from the dead beast, but his right arm, which now resembled a discarded chew toy, exerted no strength. After that pitiful attempt at movement, he just lay there.
The soft ground caressing his back while powerful waves of pain wracked his body.
He cast a glance to his damaged arm and grimaced.
His arm had a dozen, and one holes in it, leaking blood continuously unto the earth which drank it up greedily.
He lay there for what seemed like hours but in reality, only a few minutes had passed.
'Huh, I survive the assault of a stark raving beast, only to die of blood loss.'
'How anticlimactic.'
Such silly thoughts whizzed through his head now and then.
In between these thoughts, more important questions popped up in his head.
'Who had shot the bullet? Who had saved him?'
'What was this mad world? What kind of creature had attacked him?'
The pain shocking his body didn't allow him to dwell on these questions too long.
He spared another look at his torn-up arm and was stunned by what he saw.
'The blood flow is stemming, faster than normal almost as if healing.'
Slowly, the earth got less of his blood to drink.
His healing arm had encouraged him, he may not die after all… just yet.
'Whatever miracle may be responsible for this doesn't matter… not now but I won't waste a second chance.'
But his body still weighed a ton, he couldn't move.
'Curses!'
Just then, two boots appeared in his field of view from his current position.
'Could the boots belong to the person who fired the shot, another person in this strange world.'
He felt a lurching sensation as his supposed savior lifted him onto his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
"Don't move," he said in a gruff voice.
'It is not like I can,' he thought to himself.
Every movement of the man caused a jolt of pain to course through his body.
But then something strange started happening; the wounds on his arm started closing, albeit slowly, and the pain was lessening bit by bit every minute.
Eventually, he gained the presence of mind to notice his surroundings.
There was a strange mist in his surroundings that was swirling around his body, particularly his arm.
He assumed this mist was healing him, a bit of feeling was already returning to his right arm.
'This this is something else.'
Unnerved, Saba felt uncertain about what his future held.