But it missed. A beast's instincts would always be faster than that of a human's.
The snake dodged Tina's attack. It slithered away and then poised itself for its next attack. It looked angered with its head pointing towards Dahlia who had just dodged away from it.
These aggressive animals were way scarier when they weren't moving at all.
It was about to bite Dahlia. I picked up the branch I saw on the ground and aimed for the snake with its sharp edge. I stabbed into the snake's head without a moment to lose.
Fortunately, all it took was one strike. The branch rooted the snake in place and stopped it from moving.
Its head and tail were still wiggling in place.
Dahlia then gradually calmed down from her fit of anger and shock.
She picked up the stone Tina had used and threw it at the green snake.
After being hit on the head, the snake seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment. Then, Dahlia smashed the snake's head mercilessly with another rock, killing it.
Blood splattered everywhere. She only stopped after a long while.
When she looked at the snake again, its head had been pounded into a meaty pulp.
The other girls looked at her, their faces pale. Naomi swallowed a breath and said, "Let's go, it's getting late. We should move on."
Along the way, we picked up a lot of mushrooms. The only good thing about being in these deep mountains and forests was that everything grew in soil - gifts from Mother Nature herself.
Whenever we came across a clear river, we could eat and drink. We wouldn't starve to death, at least.
After trekking for a long time, we saw a red fruit on a small rocky hill, which looked similar to a lychee.
"Is that lychee?" Naomi asked. We had been walking for a long time, and her face was red and sweaty.
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