Though, you decide it would be good to have some sort of weapon, lest some critter attack you. Even if it was small and couldn't do much damage, there was always rabies.
So, a while later, you find yourself sitting under your half-hearted 'shelter', clutching the sharp rock you found. It was raining heavily, the smell of damp soil filling your nostrils. You're hungry, but you don't want to get completely soaked and get sick.
Though that might be the least of your worries. You swear you can hear gentle steps beyond the pitter-patter of the rain. As you listen more, you hear a low, warning growl. You freeze.
Growls never meant anything good.
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