Chapter 39: Monkeys
Afternoon approached, the scorching heat of the sun bathed down on the forest, blessing every lifeform, both the innocent and deadly, with its light.
At the moment, a group of three young men could be seen fleeing from a group of mutated monkeys.
The monkeys chasing after them were about three feet tall, they had the usual appearance of a monkey but their hands, mouths and eyes told a different story — their hands were clawed, their mouths filled with rough and sharp fangs and their eyes were dark, filled with bloodlust.
SCREECH!
Their bestial screech reverberated across a small region, pursuing all the small life forms within, as they chased after the three young men.
"Be careful!" Milan warned while running, he turned back to observe the raging monkeys leaping from trees to trees behind them.
Ragnar and Noah were running ahead of him, observing the movements of the monkeys from time to time.
’These monkeys are relentless,’ Ragnar thought as he observed their population.
There were at least two dozen of them. They had both environmental and population advantage over Ragnar and company.
They were able to use the tall trees to their advantage, making it extremely difficult for the three of them to fight.
Thus, they had decided to draw the monkeys to an area devoid of trees, only then could they fight on equal footing.
"There should be a field up ahead," Milan announced as he accelerated forward.