Helen pulled the hood of her raincoat lower over her face. The vicious rain made strange noises against the hard nylon. The forest - wet and mysterious - lay before her. She had grown up in these forests. These forests were a second home. Even this rain was familiar to her. She had experienced many monsoons and walked through them just like this many a times.
As she walked, she let her hood down. She liked the feel of water streaming down her face and trickling down her neck. She smiled as she walked.
A scream interrupted her memories. Her head snapped to her side from where the scream had come. Clutching her bag, Helen plunged into the trees. She stepped out into literal chaos.
A man lay on the ground, blood washing away from his side only to be replaced by new streams. A cow - clearly frightened - tossed its head by the body. A girl, long, matted hair wet in the rain, backed away from the cow. Her expression was frightened and confused.
Helen hefted her bag and zipped i open. Wincing as the rain got in, she pulled out an airgun. You did not walk about defenseless in these woods. She aimed beside the cow's ear. The roar sent it flying.
Helen stuffed the gun in and rushed to te injured man. the beautiful - crying - followed. We shook him. No use. He was out for a while.
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