Jack chased the weevil, running fast and grabbing onto it. "God dammit, this one's being persistent," he swore as it pulled out of his grasp again. He chased it again, wrestling with it, eventually getting it down on the ground, punching it in the face. Soon, however, he was on his back on the ground, the weevil on top of him. He screamed in pain as its teeth ripped into his throat. Suddenly, the weevil was hit from behind, a few times before it was pulled off of him. He glanced up to see a young man, holding a long piece of wood that he had apparently just hit the weevil with. Bold.
The weevil went after the young man then. Jack scrambled to his feet and tackled it before it could do anything, pinning it down so that he could spray the sedative in its face. With the threat out of the way, he stood and stepped back.
Jack took another look at the young man. Now that he wasn't trying to save either of their lives, he could take in what he looked like. He was waring a black t-shirt, a lea
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