The Owl's Head

The giant owl had frightening speed.

Especially for something so large.

I felt Ana’s arms around me.

My heart started to pump rapidly.

I felt,

Determined.

I instantly started running towards it.

I take out my gun and shoot.

Wherever the bullets land, random assortments of birds separate, as if letting the bullet pass through, and then they come back together.

The good thing about shooting something so big was that I don’t have to change the trajectory.

The issue was how can you kill something that doesn’t seem to bleed?

I already ran out of bullets.

Six bullets are not enough.

I keep running towards it and pick up another gun from the floor.

Why reload when you have all these weapons around?

The bird was very close now.

It opened its beak.

I dove to the right, barely missing its mouth, and tried to grab onto its side.

The bird, noticing that it is not eating me, decided to fly upwards and leave me on the ground.

And there it left me.