Talk:Jinko/@comment-107.178.45.168-20150601000841/@comment-26219553-20150604113106

Taken by surprise, I pitch forward as she tackles me and we both end up in the lake, the world turning muffled and grey around us. Desperately kicking, biting and bludgeoning every part of her I can reach with my fishing rod, a solid blow to my arm sends the rod spinning off into the murk around us, never to be seen again.

Rolling around a few more times in the water as we struggle, she seems disoriented enough for a few seconds that I risk an attempt to kick away from her and swim for the surface- an attempt rewarded with a muffled grunt and a stream of bubbles from her mouth as she's winded. Thrashing towards the surface as fast as I can, I break the surface and swim back to my fishing spot, seeing my gun floating lazily across the rippling water nearby- must have got knocked in during her initial attack.

Hauling myself out of the water as a splash and a roar that sounds more like a gargle behind me indicates the chase is still on, I grab my gun, take aim at her chest and pull the trigger. Click. Shit, left the safety on- take it off, take aim. She's almost reached me- HURRY UP, FINGERS. PULL TRIGGER. A strangely wet noise comes from the gun and it's only now that I notice the water trickling from the barrel, and it fails to fire yet again. Tossing it aside, I start backing away and get ready to turn and run.

The last thing I see (as a free, unmarried virgin, anyway) is a savagely grinning, soaking wet black-and-orange apparition erupting from the lake and diving at me. I land heavily beneath it, hitting my head on the ground. Hard. The last thing I'm dimly aware of as I slip into unconsciousness is something ripping at my clothes and the vague sensation of something warm and wet being forced down my throat... a tongue, maybe? Everything goes black.