How to Survive a Lion Attack

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September 24

It was staring straight into my eyes amidst the palm trees. Drool was dripping as if it had starved for days. It looked at me like I was a fresh piece of meat.

There's only one bullet left in my gun. One mistake, and I was done for.

It leaped towards me. Focus! When it came close, I dodged to the right and fired.

The bullet struck its vital point, but it wasn't fatal. It got up slowly, let out a growl and ran away into the palm tree forest.

I was in a mess. My belongings were sprawled all over the place because my bag had ripped open, and the cloak I was wearing was ripped and ragged from its claw.

I used the ripped cloak and bag to wrap my belongings in a bundle.

The scar it left was aching and sore, but I was thankful just to be alive.