Bang!!
Because Rogers was panicking, the second bullet went wide again. This time, it merely grazed the sloth.
Aside from singeing a few strands of its thick
fur, it did nothing to stop it!!
"No!!"
Rogers cried out and pulled out a third bullet. In a panic, he worked the bolt, then kept his eyes fixed on the rampaging sloth as he
sprang to his feet and retreated.
"Isabelle, run! Hurry!!"
He shouted at his terrified daughter behind him. At the same time, Rogers's fingers trembled as he tried again and again
to push the bullet into the chamber. But the more
he panicked, the less he could manage it. His fingers shook as he tried three or four times, but the freezing temperatures below zero had already left them
stiff. His trembling fingers fumbled with the smooth bullet, and after another three or four attempts, it suddenly slipped from Rogers's
palm, fell between his fingers,
and landed in the deep snow!
"No!!!"
Rogers instinctively dropped to the ground and reached for the bullet. Then he lifted the gun and turned it over. This time, he managed
to push the bullet into the chamber. But... before he could slide the bolt back into place, a huge shadow
blotted out his vision.
"Dad! Run!!"
Isabelle screamed hysterically from afar, but Rogers knew it was too late. Slowly, he raised
his head and looked at the rampaging sloth with its blood-red eyes. Waves of heat poured from its mouth—the powerful warmth caused by its speeding blood after it went berserk, making
its breath look like smoke.
As the rampaging sloth slowly raised its enormous claw, Rogers gently closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Isabelle, you have to
live!!! Run!!"
At the same time, Isabelle stared wide-eyed at the enormous beast,