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May 15th Cont'd

4/16/2021

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May 15th Cont'd
My hands were shaking terribly. I shot at it, but missed. The sound had no affect on it. It bounded toward us. Tom took a shot and hit it in the side. The beast didn't slow down at all. My fingers almost seized up as I pulled back the bolt handle. The ground beneath us shook. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. It was only 20 ft. away. I lifted my rifle. The beast dove at us. I pulled the trigger. It landed on me. I thought I was dead. But the beast didn't move. And I still breathed. I soon knew why. Its blood was all over me. It wasn't until Tom and I rolled the thing off me did we see that I hit it in the head. We stared at that thing for what seemed like forever. Thus must be what Shirley Sackwell was describing. But where did these things come from? How many more of them are there? Is this what the army went off to fight? There are so many questions with NO answers. Well, we dragged the body back to the neighborhood. They had to know what they were up against.
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