Run, run, run...
Their gasps grew heavier and heavier.
Their steps grew weaker and weaker.
"Run! The lions are coming!"
"Damn demons!"
A group of Black men wearing nothing but briefs ran frantically.
The spears and shields that had made them invincible on the grasslands, even all manner of long and short hunting rifles, including rocket launchers, had been tossed behind them.
Like ancient soldiers throwing away their armor and weapons, they collapsed and scattered in every direction.
A pride of pitch-black lions charged after them.
Some had already been knocked to the ground, yet the lions did not eat them. They simply continued their attack.
Some fired backward as they ran.
But when the bullets struck the lions, they merely bounced away. Not only did they cause no harm, they made the lions even more enraged.
Those who tried it all slowed their escape and were caught, knocked down, and bitten to death by the lions.
Only those who fled with all their might could remain alive for the moment by outrunning everyone else.
The lions kept driving them onward until many collapsed from exhaustion.
In the distance, several battered jeeps sped along, occasionally stopping to pick up a few people.
"Save us!" Some people waved their hands.
But they were disappointed. The ones being rescued were tourists in suits holding high-end cameras, or Black people dressed in expensive uniforms.
"Damn it, these lions have become so clever. They actually know to hunt humans on their own." A driver watched the pride through his rearview mirror as he drove the jeep.
The pride no longer resembled the ignorant lions of the past, staying within their territory. They had acquired human-like cunning and now took the initiative to attack.
They still could not speak human language, but lions had their