I stare down at the freshly skinned skull. I imagine that the female oomans hands are still around it. I'm not sure how to feel.
One moment the oomans act like dumb animals, now one of them is giving me my trophy. Maybe not every ooman is stupid? Maybe she's a rare breed?
I place the skull on my belt, in case I see that ooman again. This way she might recognize me. That is if the serpent doesn't find her first.
Strangely, I'm hoping it doesn't. Even more strange is that a ooman of all things is making me hope that.
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The Predators Hunt
Fiksi PenggemarWinda was always the underdog. The one who no one ever thought would be good enough to handle a big threat. Or let alone encounter an alien that's hellbent on hunting down anything for its skull. After miraculously surviving in the wilderness with t...
