The forest was growling on its own. It's the call of nature. How much humans have concealed the world, end of the day, nature lives at its own pace. it didn't obey others' orders.
The lion jumped onto the truck within a blink of an eye. The window smashed. Loki and the old man hardly maintained themselves. It was dark although they could see the glowing eyes of the lion. It's was wide open. The filthy drool was dripping from its big mouth. In every direction you look, it's scary. Loki and the old man couldn't help but stay put. This could be the first time in his life, Loki saw a beast that could kill any human being without even thinking who is it.
It's quite surprising to see the king do sightseeing. Even if you are a president of a country with a high economy, you would be killed by that hungry beast. The animal doesn't distinguish like we, humans do. They would kill you whether you're a noble person or commoners. you would be to get rid of its thirst. On the other hand, humans would rather kill a thousand than killing a nobleman. Doesn't it make it a bit unfair? I mean it was unfair from the start.
Loki was glaring those sharp teeth that could tear down the flesh and help it to make small portions.
The glass window was somewhat doing its best to cope with the situation. It was spending its last bit of it. The time was less than what it should be. The lion didn't hold back. It was punching the glass window hat was only had a few hp left.
No matter how much you think about it, the chance of surviving for both of them was close to zero. This time they had no way out but to be the beast's dinner. Loki was only thinking about one thing,
"If only... If only...Jack was here. He would able to deal with that. I don't even know where he is. How did it all end up like this?"
As Loki was thinking about all the times he spent with his friends, the friends he could truly call friends, Not those he had in school, the first encounter with Jack. How they found out about Max. How they defeated all those bosses. Dead of Saliva, The old man in the jungle, The reunion with Jack. The bar, the basement, The masked man. Everything cast before his very own eyes.
The old man picked up the gun that was fallen on the car. He most probably fell it when the lion jumped onto the truck. He then placed it on his forehead firmly, His hand was no longer shaking. He was calm as a sea. Nothing could stop him anymore.
"S-Sorry Loki, I don't want to be his food stock." A loud and clear came through Loki's ear. Blood spilled on his face. It was lukewarm. The fragrance of blood was intense.