"We were just on a simple flight test how could this happen!" ,said Commander Hill.
"It was just a simple military exercise. how did it go so wrong." He thought again.
Pacing around the wreck that was before him and the mutilated body's belonging to his former teammates. From what he could tell he was in a forest it seemed peaceful maybe a little to peaceful.
"How did I survive and not them." ,Hill muttered to himself.
Just then the bush rustled and a, lion scorpion? Launched itself out of the bush at the Commander. His hand fell to his holster, drew his five seven aimed it just at the beasts head and fired, it had no effect except the the fact that it got angrier. The creature lashed out at Hill again, putting four slashes in his stomach. He leaped into the wreckage of the charred, destroyed plane, he quickly slide under a broke piece of the plane, narrowly dodging a piece of steel that would have decapitated the Commander. He reached for the wall holding all of the weapons and gear, grabbed the L118A sniper. He proceeded to peak his head around the corner nothing was there. He scanned the forest floor once again and winced at the sharp pain in his chest and stomach. Hill needed to find someone to help him soon, he would bleed out soon or worse get thrashed by that creature. What had his son been telling him the week before, he was reading a story about mythical beast and this one seem to match what he called a Manticore. He witnessed the bloody carcass, that used to be his friend Claude, being ripped to shreds by the Manticore. He pull the rifle up putting it to his shoulder and fired hitting it in the side of the beasts hip it seem to do the trick, Or not it turned around not even paying attention to the pain from the bullet wound. It rushed him, Hill backed up. The Manticore couldn't fit into the small opening, Hill raised the Rifle again and fired right between its eyes he saw the life leave is eyes and then it proceeded to collapse. He went back inside, tripped over a steel rod jutting out of the wall of the plane, into a pool of blood, Just now realizing the full pain of the slashes in his stomach. Hill sat back up and looked over and saw Co-Pilot Philly, he had a steel rod stick up through his chest and blood coming out of his mouth, he made a weak moan and looked over at Hill, then fell unconscious, Hill heard some rhyming outside of the ruined plane. He got up stumbled a bit and looked outside of the plane, There was a Zebra standing there wearing a ragged old brown hood, and a bag slung over her back.
"Who is there?", said the Zebra.
Hill limped out of the plane tripped and landed face first, in front of the Zebra.
So many thoughts raced through his head, had he lost so much blood that he was hallucinating or was this really happening . He chose the latter half of the argument consuming his thoughts, as the Zebra walked closer he started to black out the last thing he saw was the Zebra standing over him with a confused look on its face.