He grabbed the gun with trembling hands. He watched with a cold gaze. While his lips mumbled softly. "What does this thing mean to me, I can't even use it..."
The coyote barked again. This time he did not want to be colonized by fear again. He looked around him with a sharp gaze. "If I have to die, I die! But I will fight no matter what! Fear can never help me either!" He snorted with anger.
He gripped the gun tightly.
"You guys come out! I'm not afraid! I'll face you! Get out! Come out!" He screamed like a madman in the silence of the forest. After a while he sat back exhausted. Then lay down, gasping for breath.
"I want to get out of this forest! That's all I want!" he hissed. Then she burst into tears.
Suddenly there was a crackling sound in the bushes below.
The girl jolted awake
