You get back on the path and start walking towards town. You want to leave before the same fate that met the hunter confronts you. You are making good time. You jog through the woods holding the gun ready. At one point you hear a tiny battle cry and you see a squirrel is swinging from a high branch on a bunji cord rope. The rodent is holding a sharp stick he intends to stab you with. You raise up the shotgun and blow the aggressive animal apart. You cannot see a piece of it finger than your finger nail. No other animals fuck with you. Yo step out of the woods into the sunlight of your home town.