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Jack fished out the sleeping bag from his backpack and lay it inside the tent. Stepping outside it, he flicked on his flashlight and looked around, hoping no animals were nearby. The light caught a small antelope. Its eyes shone white in the dead of night as it stared at Jack. It then turned around and galloped away. Jack squinted in the darkness once more, then climbed back inside the tent.
He tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep but images from the night before crept into his mind: Jim being dragged on the mud by two large hyenas, their teeth thrusting into his flesh, blood gushing out as he screamed helplessly and the hyenas squealed.
Jack shoved down the memory and got up, stepping outside the tent again. A warm wind blew, throwing drifting bits of grass and weed into his face. He heard a crackling sound from a huge, leafless tree to his left and turned to see what was going on. He thought it may be the wind at first, but he saw a small leopard, silhouetted against the moon, on a branch. It was holding a small gazelle between its jaws, hoping it could have a quiet feast away from the hyenas. It didn't take long for them to catch the smell of meat, carried by the wind. Jack heard them again. That ghastly sound cutting into the night: A pack of hyenas laughing with blood lust. His breathing became shallow and their laughs grew closer and closer. He knew it would be a matter of time before they swarmed the area, fighting over the leopard's hunt in feeding frenzy.
Jack fished out the sleeping bag from his backpack and lay it inside the tent. Stepping outside it, he flicked on his flashlight and looked around, hoping no animals were nearby. The light caught a small antelope. Its eyes shone white in the dead of night as it stared at Jack. It then turned around and galloped away. Jack squinted in the darkness once more, then climbed back inside the tent.
He tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep but images from the night before crept into his mind: Jim being dragged on the mud by two large hyenas, their teeth thrusting into his flesh, blood gushing out as he screamed helplessly and the hyenas squealed.
Jack shoved down the memory and got up, stepping outside the tent again. A warm wind blew, throwing drifting bits of grass and weed into his face. He heard a crackling sound from a huge, leafless tree to his left and turned to see what was going on. He thought it may be the wind at first, but he saw a small leopard, silhouetted against the moon, on a branch. It was holding a small gazelle between its jaws, hoping it could have a quiet feast away from the hyenas. It didn't take long for them to catch the smell of meat, carried by the wind. Jack heard them again. That ghastly sound cutting into the night: A pack of hyenas laughing with blood lust. His breathing became shallow and their laughs grew closer and closer. He knew it would be a matter of time before they swarmed the area, fighting over the leopard's hunt in feeding frenzy.
