Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31359001-20180527114058/@comment-34904368-20180527131521

Since this was the first time I had ever been attacked by a mamono, I could only do one thing. Ahh, my old friend.

The fetal position.

I dropped just as she barreled out of the water, and I heard my tent crumple behind me. Shit! All my stuff! I had a cooking knife in that tent, so my only weapon was gone.

On the other hand, she seemed to be tangled in my tent poles. Quickly, i took my sweaty shirt off and dumped it on her face.

The struggling stopped instantly, as she gasped and breathed in the scent of man, or so it was called. She let out a small moan. Then I was swept off my feet and onto my back as she got up. I held the oar above me, and it was snapped in half and thrown away.

I looked up to see two glowing eyes, and heard the only word I would hear for days of moaning,

“Husband...”