It was three days later.
A group of men with weapons in hand advanced towards a hill.
Some of them had spears, and some others cutlass.
There was even some others that had shot guns in hand.
One look at these men and it was clear that they were used to hunting.
According to a report, a mutant beast had been in a cave in this particular hill for three days now.
This was evident from its terrible groans that had been shaking the mountain.
No one truly knew what was in there. However, from the tone of voice and the obvious pain that the beast was going through, it must have been a very huge beast.
These men that advanced towards the mountain had a different shade of skin.
It was dark, but not dark as a shade of the human race.
No!
It was different kind of pale and dark.
It was like they did not have blood in their bodies, and under their eyes even carried black bags as if they had been denied sleep for a very long time.
They were dressed for a hunt, and as they approached the hill, they did it carefully, rarely ever talking, and mostly using hand signs to communicate.
There were a total of five of them.
The cave was just up ahead.
The plan was simple.
The Man with the gun will walk up to the cave, and then he would provoke the beast.
Once the beast should chase him, then the other men would attack it from the flanks.
This was an incredible plan well thought out with the aim of firstly checking if the beast was even capable of movement.
From the painful groans, it most likely was not.
However, assumption was not a talent that was familiar with hunters that valued their lives.
These men, from their movements, clearly did.
Up until when they were going to make their move, deep animalistic groans could be heard from the cave.
Just before they would take their positions for the first phase of the plan, a different group of men approached from behind.
These group were a total of ten men and all of them had either shot guns or hunting guns.
The man with a gun from the first group stepped forward to the second.
He was not so tall.
However, he was not exactly short too. Just about average in height.
He had a long Vertical scar on the left side of his face that gave him a nickname used for so long that many, including the man had forgotten his real name.
He was called Scarface.
The obvious leader of the other group of men was taller and very larger in size.
He looked more intimidating, especially with all the hair on his body.
For this reason, he was called Bear.
Bear also stepped forward, "Scarface, my old friend. It's been a long time. How is your daughter doing? Does she miss me?"
In saying this, Bear made a grabbing motion for his manhood, and the men behind him all chuckled a bit.
This annoyed scar face a lot, "Bear, I can see that you are as cynical as ever. How is your old mother. Are her sheets still cold from missing me?"
This made Bear frown, and the men behind Scarface, aware of the situation that these two were in could not help but crack a laugh.
These two men, Bear and Scarface had an old story bidding them together for which they dearly hated one another.
As any would have guessed, it involved both mother and daughter.
Bear stepped forward, "tell me Scarface, why shouldn't I just blow your head off here and now."
"Because you know it won't solve anything. After all, we are all ghouls. Undead servants of a malevolent witch that won't let our souls go." Scarface responded, obviously not ready to back down.
"But you know, it will bring a lot of satisfaction to my dead heart to see a bullet in your a head."
"After all these years, I doubt you really have an extra bullet to spare. The real question is why the fuck are you in my territory?" Scarface pointed a finger at Bear's chest.
"Your territory? You Fucking little wanker. It's the damn border between both towns, not your freaking territory. Besides, I am here for prey."
"Prey!? You mean, my prey!?" Bear pointed his gun at Scarface, and Scarface immediately raised his gun at him too.
Immediately, the men that followed either sides pointed their weapons at each other.
However, the disparity in strength was very obvious between them.
It was easy to see who would win if a fight broke out. After all, Bear's side had more guns.
But this was also relative to the fact that most of these men would not take the shot even if their lives dependent on it.
After all, to these people, bullets were as expensive as gold, used only when they really needed to hunt stray beasts like this one.
Mutant beast meat for these people was valuable and there were particular reasons for that.
However, just when it seemed like they would not be able to hold back and spray one another with bullets, something happened.
All of a sudden, the Groaning sound from the cave stopped.
The moment it did, the attention of everybody was instantly pulled to the cave.
This included the bickering men.
Instinctively, they all pointed their weapons at it.
And then came cracking of bones.
It was as if the beast inside was stretching.
And then, there were very heavy footsteps.
From the rhythm, it was clear that the beast was trying to get a hold of its self.
At first, a hand revealing very fair fingers , using the edge of the cave entrance as support, was revealed.
And then one step at a time, Lenny stepped out.
As he did, the veins on his body slowly relaxed and the reddish on his skin resided, turning back to the beautiful, shinning pale skin.
The men were speechless about this.
"It's a human!" Scarface commented.
However Bear face's eyes shone brightly, "yes it is. FOOD!!!"
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