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The Rescue

'What's that'

he asked himself as he pointed his gun to the direction of the animal he had seen, he moved backward trying to observe and see if the other animal he just sighted close to the one he was after would move but it didn't. He walked a little closer and picked a stone on the ground then threw it in the direction of the new animal he had just seen after the escape of the one he was initially after.

Mr Jones left his house before noon and came to the forest with his old bike and his hunting rifles for hunting.

He walked a few steps closer with his hunting style position of a bent waist and his left leg forward obtaining the position of a wrestler. He threw another stone but the animal didn't move.

" Maybe it's dead or pretending to be dead. What if it's a smart wild animal who wants to attack me" he thought Innerly as he bit on his lower lips. " I can't be a prey to an animal," he said.

He cracked his rifles and was about to shoot when a wind blew, reviewing a long black hair. He freezes for a few seconds. " Is that an animal or a human?" He asked himself confused, still standing in his wrestling hunting position. "I have never seen an animal with such long hair in my years as a hunter," he said.

My Jones, a broad chested medium height man in his early 40's has been a professional hunter for years. He has participated in a lot of hunting competitions and has won great prizes and titles.

He wasn't sure yet if the animal he was looking at was actually a human or an animal.he was confused " should I get closer or should I shoot?" He asked himself out loud, still contemplating.

He mustered up courage and got very close while holding tight to his rifle in his hands. He moved the long bush leaves standing almost to his height as he moved closer. As he moved closer he got to see the long hair, then a nose and finally the whole body of a young girl covered in her own blood he almost screamed.

In his years in hunting this is the first time something shocking like this has happened. He has seen lots of animals die even before he shoots his rifles at them but never in his life has he seen a human instead of an animal lying in their own blood in Acacia forest.

He quickly pulled two fingers and placed it at the bridge of her nose but he couldn't feel any breath. "Is she dead? '' he asked himself with his eyes wide open. "Maybe not" he replied himself as he took her right hand and checked her pulse. He could feel a tiny pulse from her hand.

Mr Jones is also a renowned herbalist who stopped practicing herbalism and saving people's lives with his skills. He lost his wife to a drendfull illness two years ago when he couldn't save her. He tried the best he could going deep into the Acacia forest looking for more herbs after being told by the doctor in his home town that they couldn't save her. He had tried to save her at an early stage of the illness but later took her to the doctor when nothing was changing. He got disappointed after hearing from the doctor and took her back. Going deep into the Acacia forest looking for herbs but it turn out painful when nothing changed and he lost his wife.

"She can be saved" he said out loudly as he wore his rifle with a handle rope around his neck pushing his hunting bag to his back. he carried her with one of his hand under her neck and the other hand under her legs in a bridal style as he stood up with her still in his arms.

He walked as fast as he could carrying the girl to the direction of his bike. He got to where his bike was in no time since he walked faster. He dropped her helpless body on the ground and quickly arranged his bike by standing it up straight. He pulled her from the ground and tried making her sit at the back seat and made her rest her head on his back but it didn't work. He had a lot of trouble making her sit in that position. But later got an idea after a few trials.

He carried her bridal style and held the bike with the left hand he used in holding her neck. He crossed his leg on his bike making her seat at the front of him with her head resting on his chest. His clothes were soaked with her blood. He ignited the bike engine and moved his bike going at a high speed.

He got home and called out to his neighbor who helped him carry Araminta's helpless body into the house as he switched off the bike's engine and parked it.

His old musty damp house was built by his Father who passed away five years ago. His house is located five meters away from the Acacia forest.

He ran to his storage room in a haste to get some herbs, even when he stopped practicing and treating people with herbs.he picked, kept and dried some on some few occasions when he went hunting.

He took the herbs and walked fast to the room his childhood neighbor had laid Araminta. He pulled her black suit jacket leaving only her white sleeves as he raised her white sleeve reviewing where she was shot.

' On her belly!!' he Exclaimed as he cleaned the blood off with a warm towel and placed the herbs on the surface.