Hearing thunderous footsteps quaking through the land nearby, he moved out of the clearing as his boots stomped over the muddy ground, ducking into a patch of bushes to hide himself.
STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.
Peering through the bushes, he watched while crouched down, quieting his breathing, as a behemoth clad in pitch-black, spiky scales stomped through the spot he was just laying. It was as large as an elephant, emitting breath in the form of steam from its pores as it moved through.
It had a bulbous tail that thwacked against the trees it passed by, taking chunks out of the trunks casually. The tank-like beast left massive footprints that caved the mud in deep, moving slowly before it finally left the area.
What is that?...If I didn't wake up when I did, I'd be dead meat, he thought.
As it escaped from his view, Emilio finally let out a breath of relief, able to breathe properly as his heart throbbed in his chest.
